Three Fairy Sword Holding Hands

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the bed. It was Maomao who woke me up. "Boss! Boss!" What he saw was Maomao's fat face. "Boss, boss, boss, boss!" Jingtian was startled, hugging the quilt and woke up from his dream, thinking that this was a dream. "Boss!" Maomao shouted in his ear with a ferocious expression. I jumped up and sat up from the bed. With a surprised look on his face, he pulled Maomao's face and asked him: "Does it hurt?" Maomao grabbed my hand and cried, "It hurts, boss!" Does it hurt? Am I reborn? "But why don't I feel pain at all?" "Boss, you pinched my face. Of course it won't hurt you. You pinch yourself, or I will pinch it for you..." I let go of my hand, hugged the quilt, and said arrogantly: "How dare you?!" Maomao shook his head quickly: "Don't dare, boss, you better do it yourself. " I am doubtful... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.