Shunhua bought his own slippers.

Retracting his steps, Qiqi squatted down and took out his slippers and carefully put them into his backpack.

It was just enough to be placed in the Rose Pavilion, where it was clean enough to be barefoot, but she still wanted to take the shoes with her, so that they would not stay in the corner and cover them with a layer of dust.

Kneaded out the bamboo leaf model, Qiqi waved the rattan sword in the Rose Pavilion and sweated with himself.

The underworld

Yun Hongluo bedroom

The faint moonlight shrouded the entire simple and elegant residence, and the verdant bamboo forest became more and more spiritual.

A teenager, lying on a desk, turned left and right, and then even got down on his knees, holding the edge of the desk with both hands, and resting his chin on the back of his hand.

The big black grape-like eyes of Xia Hei were bright and bright, just to see the two items on the bookcase that were vastly different from the temperament of the bedroom owner.

The surroundings, spotless, books and relics, simple and elegant, and the food that appears abruptly, seem out of place.

A bag of spicy strips, a peach.

Teenager "......"

The peach has been sealed by the owner of the bedroom with mana, and can remain in its original appearance forever.

The spicy strips are unopened, and are placed flat within the reach of the owner.

In the boy's mind, he imagined a frame.

The handsome man dressed in a majestic costume and as cold as frost sprinkled the package of spicy strips with his white fingers, took out one expressionlessly, and put it in his mouth to taste.

One by one, the volcano behind him finally erupted. The man's eyebrows were upturned, his eyes were wide open, his arms were raised, and he cried out that it was delicious.

The sense of picture is too strong.

Hahahahaha.

The boy clutched his stomach and pounded the ground, erupting in a pig-like laugh.

In the end, I couldn't breathe, and I almost stopped breathing.

Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes and slowly stand up.

The boy who had laughed enough began to fall into thought.

How could the leisure food of human beings appear next to the cold and silent Immortal Jun on the other side.

The cold immortal who doesn't frown when he encounters any major event, and has an attitude towards everyone, did he take the wrong medicine? How could you be interested in mortal food.

Lying on the desk, his hairy head swaying from side to side, puzzled.

Curiously, he reached out and touched the bag of spicy strips.

"Moliu." A cold voice came.

After changing into sneakers, Qiqi hugged his backpack and prepared to go to the Rose Pavilion.

The moment he turned around, he noticed a touch of white in the open shoe cabinet. It was Qi Shunhua who bought his slippers.

Retracting his steps, Qiqi squatted down and took out his slippers and carefully put them into his backpack.

It was just enough to be placed in the Rose Pavilion, where it was clean enough to be barefoot, but she still wanted to take the shoes with her, so that they would not stay in the corner and cover them with a layer of dust.

Kneaded out the bamboo leaf model, Qiqi waved the rattan sword in the Rose Pavilion and sweated with himself.

The underworld

Yun Hongluo bedroom

The faint moonlight shrouded the entire simple and elegant residence, and the verdant bamboo forest became more and more spiritual.

A teenager, lying on a desk, turned left and right, and then even got down on his knees, holding the edge of the desk with both hands, and resting his chin on the back of his hand.

The big black grape-like eyes of Xia Hei were bright and bright, just to see the two items on the bookcase that were vastly different from the temperament of the bedroom owner.

The surroundings, spotless, books and relics, simple and elegant, and the food that appears abruptly, seem out of place.

A bag of spicy strips, a peach.

Teenager "......"

The peach has been sealed by the owner of the bedroom with mana, and can remain in its original appearance forever.

The spicy strips are unopened, and are placed flat within the reach of the owner.

In the boy's mind, he imagined a frame.

The handsome man dressed in a majestic costume and as cold as frost sprinkled the package of spicy strips with his white fingers, took out one expressionlessly, and put it in his mouth to taste.

One by one, the volcano behind him finally erupted. The man's eyebrows were upturned, his eyes were wide open, his arms were raised, and he cried out that it was delicious.

The sense of picture is too strong.

Hahahahaha.

The boy clutched his stomach and pounded the ground, erupting in a pig-like laugh.

In the end, I couldn't breathe, and I almost stopped breathing.

Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes and slowly stand up.