Ying Tianchang looked at a drop of water.

This drop of water is on the leaves of the withered grass, and it does not drop.

A ray of sunlight shines through the water, and the seven colors circulate in the remaining inches.

Suddenly, the young man sighed, there was a bun by his side, who had been watching him in the distance from Qingshan yesterday, he was clear. It's just that the young man was surprised, but he didn't forget his kung fu of pretending to be stupid.

This kind of thing is very troublesome.

The moon is the moon in the sky, but he doesn't like the moon, he likes the drops of water on this blade of grass. Although he still can't hold it in the palm of his hand, and even the slightest touch will turn into nothingness, but he just likes this drop of water.

Ying Tianchang thought that maybe he had a bottle that could catch the droplet. But then ......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter 126 Two strange people are hitting their hands, please wait a moment,

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