Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic, this old guy is shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and at this speed, I am afraid that it will be in the afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, otherwise the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui would have eaten people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice had long been sunburned, and the seven beads added together did not sink the bamboo basket. Jing Er in front of him was still carrying twenty catties of millet rice. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic. The old guy was shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and arrived at the edge of Weishui at this speed. I'm afraid it's going to be afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, otherwise the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui would have eaten people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice had long been sunburned, and the seven beads added together did not sink the bamboo basket. Jing Er in front. He was also carrying twenty pounds of millet on his shoulders. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic. The old guy was shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way. Very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and at this speed, I am afraid that it will be in the afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Thankfully, it's getting cooler now. Otherwise, the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui will eat people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice has long been sunburned. Seven beads together, none of the bamboo baskets sank. Jing Er in front of him was still carrying twenty catties of millet rice. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic, this old guy is shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and at this speed, I am afraid that it will be in the afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, otherwise the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui would have eaten people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice had long been sunburned, and the seven beads added together did not sink the bamboo basket. Jing Er in front of him was still carrying twenty catties of millet rice. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic, this old guy is shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and at this speed, I am afraid that it will be in the afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, otherwise the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui would have eaten people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice had long been sunburned, and the seven beads added together did not sink the bamboo basket. Jing Er in front of him was still carrying twenty catties of millet rice. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic, this old guy is shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse.

"Old man, what are we here for! suffered this crime from afar, and at this speed, I am afraid that it will be in the afternoon. What more sacrifices for prisoners, but it won't be dark? Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, otherwise the mosquitoes on the edge of Weishui would have eaten people alive. Yun Yue complained to Yiqu Jun while carrying the seven pearls that were dangling.

"Smack......!" With a fan on his head, Yiqujun looked at his grandson, who was tired and half dead. Looking at Yun Yue again, I almost had the urge to strangle him. Among all of them, Yun Yue's burden is the lightest. The thick ice had long been sunburned, and the seven beads added together did not sink the bamboo basket. Jing Er in front of him was still carrying twenty catties of millet rice. In the team of women, those noble ladies looked at Yun Yue's eyes with great resentment.

"Do you think everyone has your seven-trick heart? Wouldn't it be better for you kid to throw away the basket and carry those rotten pearls in your arms? ”

Not far out of the city gate, Changping Jun was covered in stinky sweat. Although there is no autumn tiger raging, carrying dozens of catties of things and walking ten miles is enough for these pampered nobles on weekdays.

Changping Jun opened his collar and took out the water bladder in his waist and poured it violently. There is no longer the gentle image he usually has, and his younger brother Chang Wenjun is similar. Yiqu Jun is the most heroic, this old guy is shirtless. The splitter snatched the pu fan in Yun Yue's hand, and shook it all the way, very much like Han Zhongli in the Eight Immortals.

After Bai Qi's great-grandson fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth, Yun Yue was full of resentment about this inhuman abuse. (To be continued.) )