When the autumn laurel flies, the strong fragrance looms.

The bright red dark clothes loomed, Nan Ji's eyes were pure black and white, without any variegation, listening to Li Zijun's questioning, slowly condensed on her body, and said lightly:

"You're done?"

It seems that a drop of water condenses to the extreme, and then the tip of the lotus leaf falls into the pool, and the solidified picture is broken with a "doer".

Li Zijun squinted his eyes and looked at her coldly.

The sun is warm

Chapter 127 of "Fairy, Please Be Reserved" "So what?" I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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