On the white snow of the northwest grassland, only the color of the tent was slightly eye-catching, and in one tribe blocked by a small hill, everyone continued to nest in a warm bed due to a hangover.

Of course, this does not include the maids and the little maids, and at this moment, a maid wearing a gauze scarf was carrying a bowl of mutton soup into the tent where the watchman was resting, and brought it to a young man with a delicate face.

He saluted and said, "This is a slave and maid specially ordered by the vassal king to bring it to the young master of Azat." ”

The woman who had just died of her husband was obviously a little angry, but she didn't dare to show it on the spot, but just silently ...... in her heart

Chapter 106 of "Cultivating Immortals and Girls is a Little Sweet" is sweeter than sugar is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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