The round table is small, with four plates of side dishes on it, and three people sit around, each with a glass of sake in front of them.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on." Osmanthus was the first to speak, and her eyes fell on Feng Zijie's body.

Just now, the osmanthus saw it, and the lotus flower is not for Feng Zijie...

Chapter 1750 of "The Fragrance of Osmanthus in the Farmhouse" The roaring lotus is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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