Luo Yidao stood hesitantly on the ruins of Jingtian Palace, and secretly scolded in his heart for the old man Hua This loser, such a treasure of feng shui, sitting under the starry sky, looking at a lake and landscape, hugging a love dream, how good it should be to play with a girl. But this old guy burned it so rashly.

I don't know if I've seen a lot of girls in Jiangnan these days, or if I'm unwilling. The delicate and immature hypocrisy is not as happy as the daughter of the North Mountain.

The long flattering eyes, the short lamentation, should have been a gong and iron teeth to sing the great river, but it turned into all kinds of grievances against the negative son. No......

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