Outside the Tianzi room of Liaocheng Longchang Inn, An Liang was lying on the railing bored, looking very bored, but in fact, he was carefully looking at the people coming and going in the inn, weighing every bit of weirdness.

In the room, Jiang Xiyuan and Su Zhen sat opposite each other, and there was a first-class banquet on the table of the Eight Immortals in front of them. Jiang Xiyuan was holding on to the white porcelain wine pot and tasting his eight-year-old daughter red with interest, and Su Jinzheng was eating the dishes on the table very seriously.

"This wine is not as good as the taste of Jincheng Spring." Jiang Xiyuan shook his head and poured another glass as he spoke.

Su Zhen didn't raise his head and said, "You are drinking in front of me, so it is tasteless." ”

Jiang Xiyuan turned his head to look at him, squinted his eyes slightly and looked left and right, "It's not either." I'm thinking, if you look like this and become a girl's house,

Lotus Lantern 107. Irritability is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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