Brisk and fast.

Fang Che turned his head and looked at the door, the corners of his mouth showing deep expression.

Night Dream is back!

You came back just in time!

These things are so important and we need you.

…

The night dream was that I stayed up all night.

I still don’t know why making a few clothes is so much work, and Fang Che has so many requirements.

And we have to work quickly, quickly.

After not sleeping much all night, the masters worked hard to make the first set, working overtime from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom.

Ye Meng then took it back.

As soon as I entered the house, I was shocked. Fang Che was actually sitting in the yard drinking tea?

What's going on?

It suddenly dawned on me that this guy had indeed deliberately sacrificed himself. He must have done something during this period of time.

So what exactly is going on?

Never done this before.

"Sir, I got my clothes back, would you like to try them on?"

"Leave it alone."

Fang Che frowned, looking worried.

Ye Meng came over naturally and massaged Fang Che's temples, rubbing gently: "Why haven't you fallen asleep yet? I'm going to have a headache soon. I'll rub it for you."

"Well, use a little more force."

Fang Che closed his eyes, worried.

"It is said that the martial arts academy is about to take exams. Are you worried about this, sir?"

Ye Meng asked considerately: "Would you like to cook some porridge for you?"

"What a big deal the martial arts exam is."

Fang Che frowned: "Push a little harder here, yes, yes, squeeze hard here."

After speaking, he sighed again.

"Young Master sighs...this servant can't help you much."

"You really can't help here."

Fang Che snorted and said, "It's a matter within the church. You don't understand anything and you're not bullshit. How can you help."

"Yes, this slave is too talkative."

"You have the final say on whether to talk too much or not?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, I can't do anything myself, hey..."

Ye Meng was so sensible that he didn't dare to continue talking.

Just a dedicated massage.

"Is your cultivation level about to break through?" Fang Che asked.

"yes."

"It's still too weak. It's of no use at all."

Fang Che said a little melancholy: "When will I be able to reach the level of military general or military commander, or maybe... It's not right, it's still not possible. It's far, far, far away."

Ye Meng had a sudden thought: it seemed serious.

So he massaged her even more diligently and said: "Young master, don't worry, there will be a way to reach the mountain. You will be prosperous and prosperous, and you will definitely be able to turn misfortune into good luck and disaster into good fortune."

"It would be better if this was my own business."

Fang Che sighed: "It's a pity that's not the case. This is a matter for the entire sect."

He seemed to be upset. He took Ye Meng's hand away, stood up, frowned, and said: "I just hope my backer will not fall. Otherwise, my situation will be embarrassing in the future, and I will be exposed at any time."

Framed and targeted.”

…

[Brothers who are chasing the first place in reading, come on.]
Chapter completed!