"Haha, what luck. I didn't expect it to be an innate spiritual treasure. This thing is destined to me." Chuangshi looked at Hongyun who was standing aside with a red face.
"Bed Master Su, it seems I saw this first. He wants to take over my brothel again." Hong Yun rolled her eyes and said slurring her words.
"Little Nuwa, the clay figurine you made is really ugly. Come on, my uncle will make one for you."
"Uncle Master, go away. Don't take away my merits."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
