Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.
Chanting softly, the girl in white looked at the tombstone quietly.
"Well, that girl's master is just like seeing Kazuki... Oh, Master Feng, I don't know the words. Anyway, they are like flowers. They make people feel so comfortable when they see them. Yes, that's the feeling." Xiao Yi has no vocabulary.
His slender eyes glanced at Xiao Yi lightly, "What about Master Ben?"
"Beautiful and enchanting, seducing the soul." Xiao Wu replied.
Looking at Xiao Yi with cold eyes,
Xiao Yi swallowed and said, "Like... It's pretty anyway."
"Xiaoyi." No tone could be heard.
"Huh?"
"You go to the king tonight." After saying that, Master Feng left the stone chair and walked down to the ground.
"Huh? Ah! No, no, Master Feng, I was wrong, you are like a rose, like a grape... Wow wow -"
"What an idiot." Xiao Wu said to himself.
(I gave up the happiness of these lifetimes just to wait for you...)