Suddenly, I saw that the twelve girls trembled and pushed away the monk's arms, grabbed their ears with both hands and looked at them carefully, and suddenly glared, and bared their teeth at the bald head is a slap: "The old lady said, only riding a pretty monk." ”

The dead monk felt the infatuated fire in his palm, scratched the golden skull embarrassedly, and put on a subtle smile: "Hey! When you are sad, you always grow old fast. ”

As he spoke, the monk shook his slender hand lightly, and the handsome Nian Jue once again straightened up the tendons of his chest.

The twelve girls stroked and nodded: "Wonderful!~ Is this right......?

"The Legend of the Black Dog Cultivating Immortals" Chapter 402 The long-necked and lazy little monk is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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