The time of the evening passed quickly.

Although Zhang Wenyuan and Ji Qingwu lived in the same room, nothing happened.

Early the next morning, at about seven o'clock, Zhang Wenyuan withdrew from his cultivation state, and after breakfast, he came to the agreed teahouse.

Maybe it's because I don't pay much attention to it, but the force called the black wolf is just a small leader, about forty years old.

His eyes swept over Zhang Wenyuan and Ji Qingwu, and he smiled in broken Chinese: "Hehe, I didn't expect that this time it was such a beautiful little girl, it was really beyond my expectations!"

"You black wolves, can you call the shots?"

Zhang Wenyuan asked: "If you are just a small leader, I don't think there is any need to talk about it today."

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