After a song of immortality, Wei Jushu looked at the teacup in his hand, the tea soup of Jiuqu red plum was like amber honey, but the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup were red and blooming, swaying slightly.

His hand was very steady, and of course Wei Gushu's hand that could easily wield the sword was very steady, but seeing Lin Qingxian's smile like this, and that word of trust without any reason, still made the red leaves at the bottom of the cup flutter slightly.

"Is it..."

Wei Gushu put down the teacup and did not drink it

"The God of Anomaly" 092. Half a year or so is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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