When it was spring in March, the spring breeze had just melted the old snow, which could be said to be warm and cold, the little Taoist's originally red face was asked by the storyteller, and it became more and more white and red, but he couldn't speak for a while, but the little Taoist who had never spoken in the innermost part got up and returned: "Who doesn't know who doesn't know Xuanyuan Yimai, but Xuanyuan Yimai has always been low-key, and he doesn't like to swagger, you open Xuanyuan and close your mouth Xuanyuan, I don't know what kind of heart you have?" ”

"Hmph, what kind of heart can you have, loyalty? A thief's heart? Color center? The storyteller quipped, and his fingers pinched the cheek of the little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth.

"Okay, you whore, stop it!" This one

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