Xia Shuang, as the ancestor of the fox generation, is the kind of headless and brainless person who does things.

It's all about how happy you are.

So even if Fu Tai said Gu Zhiwei's name, Xia Shuang would inevitably cause him a lot of small trouble when he was irritable and uncontrollable.

Just one Shang Weiran is enough for Voltai's headache, and now there is another summer frost......

The head hurts even more.

Gu Zhiwei is still the same old saying, when will Xia Shuang really understand the shemale treaty before coming out.

There's no way, as an ancestor...... It was impossible for Voltaine to really drive out the Ancestor's Nine-Tailed Sky Fox.

For the first time, Voltaire felt that the blood was such a thing, it was really annoying.

Voltaire continued to have a headache.

……

……

It's night again.

"Help—"

In a trance, Jiang Li no longer had the heart to think about why he had been so unlucky for months.

ended up with a scumbag and a, but his own life had to continue to be unlucky.

Itchy throat and eyes, want to vomit.

My eyelids are heavy and I want to sleep.

But in the pain all over his body, Jiang Li fell asleep at all.

Ghost knows why, he fell into the sewer again-

I don't know which one lacks virtue and is still stealing manhole covers.

In the dim light, Jiang Li looked at the sky through the faint moonlight.

He won't really die here this time.

It was obviously his incomplete life, and he was sinned.

There are so many things that Jiang Li wants to do......

I don't know if someone will save him this time.

Oh...... It seems that there was such a person last time.

Who is it?

He suddenly couldn't remember.

yes, who saved him from falling into the sewers last time?

He couldn't remember it at all.

It should be a very important thing...... Why, can't remember anything?

"It's you again."

In a trance, Jiang Li's vision gradually blurred, trying to remember the person in his mind......

The female voice fell into his ears and woke him up, and he raised his eyes instantly, and vaguely he saw a girl standing on the edge of the shaft.

The night breeze lifted the broken hair on her forehead.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to see who this girl was.

The sound is somewhat familiar.

His face was cold and pale, and when he met those deep black eyes, Jiang Li forgot the pain and was stunned again.

These eyes, he seems to have seen.

He should also have an impression of this face......

Such a person, if you see it, you shouldn't forget it......

Jiang Li was originally distorted with pain on his body, but now after seeing the girl, it caused a faint pain in his head, and in his vague memory, he should have seen her.

"You're in a bloody plague today."

A very plain sentence appeared in his mind, strange and familiar.

It's not that the girl is talking now, but the repeated words in her memory make Jiang Li seem to have a little impression.

Where the hell had he heard of it?

"Have we met?"

Jiang Li looked up, as if he had forgotten that he was still in the sewer, and stared blankly at that face, unable to tell what it felt.

The expression on the girl's face still didn't shake, just looked at the familiar posture of the sewer...... To be honest, this man's luck has come home.

Gu Zhiwei came out of the store, and soon after leaving, he heard a faint cry for help.

For her, who has never forgotten it, she naturally knows that this voice is very familiar.

No surprise, she went to the place where the sound was, and sure enough, she saw the man who fell down the sewer.

- Oh, the unlucky guy from before.