One sits on the ground and the other stands.

One crys, the other laughs.

Xu Qianqiu didn't help her. This girl was very strong and didn't need anyone to help her.

Waving, the tea bowl flew over.

He drank it all and said, "Little Clay Man, under the forest in the mountains, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and there is only this thatched hut."

Don't worry, no matter what you do to me at night, I promise not to call for help."

at night……

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I'm afraid that I'm writing too much, no one can read it.

The next morning, Jiang Ni walked away with the wall.

Seeing this, Xu Qianqiu sighed, none of them could do it.

I don’t know if one day he can walk on the wall.

But think about it, it's unlikely.

When you meet strong, you will be strong, not just about martial arts.

In the morning, Hong Xixiang looked at the secret books and illustrations in her hand, which were vivid and fascinating.

It can be seen that the painter must be a master of calligraphy and painting.

Seeing Jiang Ni walking on the wall, he looked at His Highness, who was laughing aside, and the young master uncle calculated his fingers and said helplessly:

“I knew that it was not appropriate to go down the mountain today!

Red clothes, meet in no time…”
Chapter completed!