Zhan Zhao raised the lantern stand in front of Bai Yutang. It was exquisite and strong, even more delicate and pleasant than the one Bai Yutang made at that time.
"Really, how can a cat lose to a mouse..." A smug smile gradually appeared on his face.
Bai Yutang pursed his lips, turning into a knowing smile, but did not refute.
There will always be dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction, and it is inevitable to strive for victory. The rock in the Qia Qia stream seems to be silent and silent, as if its sharp edges have been smoothed by the years, but it has a deep tenacity behind it. It is not surprised at every change, and a wave of ripples appears unexpectedly.
Conception:
Throw flowers, throw flowers, throw flowers