The snow has stopped, but the weather is still cloudy, the original green grassland is covered with snow, and only a vast white and hot air rising on the bank of the warm stream can be seen.

When Linlang arrived, it was already a moment late from the originally agreed time.

The prime minister sat on a tall horse, his aging body was slightly bent, and when he saw the figure of a woman, he didn't look at it, but he whipped it out.

Syllable!

Linlang's arm exploded in an instant, and she covered her hand in pain, but her body remained in place, not dodging.

If she dared to resist at all, there would be more than this whip waiting for her.

"Your Excellency." Linlang has been able to endure it for so many years, and she has long been accustomed to this kind of bitterness......

Chapter 359 of "The Tent of the Tempting Monarch Spring Festival" The trap is in ambush, and the wrath of Yata is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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