At the beginning of tomorrow, an uninvited guest came to Wenming Inn.

— or rather, a regular visitor for all this time.

In the late third autumn, the red clothes and red silk floated in like ears of wheat blown down by the wind, he leaned on the door frame, pinched his throat and said, "Lord Lin? Mr. Xie? Small fish? ”

The inn was brightly lit, but no one answered his words. Late Sanqiu was surprised when he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. His eyes lit up, "Ah, you're that spring—"

"Slave spring mud." Chunni was slightly blessed, and let the late third autumn into the inn, "Boss Qiu came to see the princess?" The princess's health is much better, and now she has rested with Her Highness. ”

3rd ...... p.m.

Chapter 97 You are the murderer and you are being hit by your hand, please wait a moment,

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