The pretty head, which was stained with wine, stepped into another jar and drank it.

The old man Dingxu glanced at it, and suddenly covered his eyes with one hand and sighed: "Hey! Oh my God! Thief bald, you can't afford to be a poor monk with this big winged girl." ”

Listening to the sound again, the twelve girls stretched out their big brown tails, rubbed the wine all over their faces, and did not forget to stick out their tongues and lick their tail hair. snorted at the braised pig's head and gnawed it again.

Thirteen girls scratched their heads and pouted at their sister: "Sister, you are a civet dog, eat slowly, sister, I won't rob you of it." ”

Fix the void against the bald scoop......

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