Thousands of shame, Hongchen Ben came forward to pay, seeing a variety of styles, such as Chongming bird, phoenix, Vermilion Bird, unicorn, etc., are extremely cute, but I didn't expect Niancheng's choice to be like this, the tanuki looks like it's okay, and the tiger looks like it, it's a little domineering.

"Miss, this is your civet cat and white tiger, and the cultivation handbook." The old woman handed over two small boxes, the same two pamphlets.

Hongchen took it and held it in his hand, Xiling Niancheng picked up the little civet from the box, only to find that the civet was still wrapped in a transparent object, round and spherical, and it was a little soft in his hand. Xiling Niancheng put the little civet in the palm of his hand and played with it for a while, then put it back in the box and let Hongchen hold it.

When the three of them returned to the mansion, it was late at night, and Hongchen was waiting

Chapter 48 of "A Thought of Mortal Dust": The mind is hard to guess and pretend to be in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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