I am not dead yet? Have you even arranged a coffin for me?

His face suddenly collapsed, and his voice lowered:

"If you can't get up again, I will give you a coffin."

"Why?"

The Godson of White Mist opened his eyes.

She looked at the Xicheng style in front of her and rubbed her eyes. After confirming that she was right, she rubbed her eyes again, and then she jumped up and made a sound:

"Are you dead? Shijun?"

This was originally a simple and simple word of gratitude.

But because the White Mist God Son was a little sad just now, there was a hint of complaint in his tone.

It sounds like I wish I could die early.

After hearing this, Xichengshi did not hesitate and raised his hand to slap the ice sculpture's stupid egg's head.

She slapped her so hard that she let out a cry of pain, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Xicheng style glanced at the surrounding environment.

So...

Although it's down.
Chapter completed!