"It does ......"

Wen Dingyi sat down paralyzed, and his whole person was filled with despair.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before slowly standing up, "Go and inform the envoy, Your Majesty." ”

"My subordinates are going to go" As soon as the smoke slipped away, Nanrong Temple had disappeared.

Last night's heavy rain washed away the blood in the courtyard, and the corpses all over the ground had already been cleaned up by Yin Shijin.

Chen Jinnian opened his eyes, and stared at the dove eater next to the pillow. After a long time, Quicksand walked in with a bowl of soup, and saw that one big and one small were stalemate on the bed, and laughed out loud.

"The master woke up a little stupid. ......

Chapter Seventy-Eight of "The First Miss Waste Firewood in the Capital" The dove-eating beast is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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