"I finally found you, Yuelao." A lolita named Zhang Youzi, who was wearing a completely ill-fitting outfit similar to the emperor's robe in a third-rate palace drama, said to Lingfeng with a simple book in her hand.
"Yue Lao?" Ling Feng looked at the kitchen knife and bricks in his hand and tilted his head.
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The author is finally on vacation and can work hard, but there is no guarantee of updates or quality.
In addition, this article is not written by stallion Long Aotian, and I don't like to stray into it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
