Chapter Seventy-Five: The Poor and the Poor
I didn't dare to look up at him, so I could only say in a muffled voice, "You found it?"
"Well," his voice said, "you put it on now." ”
He's done with it?
Curious, I looked up at him and saw him holding the restored Chiwujue and putting it on my head.
Seeing that he was having a hard time, I craned my neck to meet him, but the quilt fell down, and I was in the spring again. I hurriedly scooped up the quilt, wrapped myself in it, and then urged, "You go first."
He didn't say anything, just nodded and got up and left.
I breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got up and found a dress to put on. Fortunately, I moved quickly, and as soon as I put on my clothes, the door was slammed ......
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