XLVIII. Master, I want to hug
It's just early spring, and the season of the White City is always chaotic, and the peach groves on the edge of the White Palace have already come in this season.
Bai Eucalyptus asked Xiao Wuwu to practice swordsmanship by himself, and he came to Taolin with a pot of wine.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance of peach blossoms falls down with the petals of the peach blossoms, which is a fairyland.
"Today's peaches can be harvested again, but peach blossom brew is more delicious, and I need to make a few more jars this year. Bai Eucalyptus said, and went to a peach tree with a crooked neck.
The sun shines on the face of the white eucalyptus night, although it has been a few years, but his appearance is ......
"Like a Demon: Child's Clothes Fluttering" Forty-Eight Master, I want to hug is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,
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