Feign? What's in it?

Lin Xi frowned, looked up, but saw him open the folding fan suddenly, half-covered his face, and looked at her with a smile, "Pretend to be poor Miss Bolin's favor!" ”

Nangong Ye lowered his right hand casually, and quietly dispersed the internal force condensed in the palm of his hand: Heh! Count him as acquaintances.

Lin Xi to Yue Ling......

"Lord Wang, Your Person Has Collapsed" 047: On a rainy night, the poisonous hair is being hit by the hand, please wait a while,

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