The twelve-bone ivory folding fan folded gently, and he stood at the intersection of light and shadow and asked me with a faint smile: "If Po Meng gives you a bowl of soup, will you drink it?"
I spat out the skin of the sunflower seeds and couldn't help but mutter: "Actually, Po Meng's cooking skills are pretty good."
Before he lowered his eyes, I quickly slid down from the window sill and shook his arm: "I won't drink it! I won't drink it! I will throw the bowl of soup first, call Po Meng an old woman, and then kick her off the Naihe Bridge, okay?"
Of course I couldn't tell him that Po Meng on the Naihe Bridge was my best friend for thousands of years. She was not an old witch like the legend. In addition to being a very good-looking person, she also had superb cooking skills. She was a good girl who could go to the hall and go to the kitchen.
What I can't even tell him is that I am a shark who has lived for tens of thousands of years.
So, when the long sword made of dragon teeth passed through my chest and came out from my left front, I thought about it again and did not tell the secret that I had heart disease since I was a child.
But later I heard from my evil brother that when I was dying, I clamored for more than ten bowls of soup from Naihe and drank it all in front of them.
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Therefore, that life can only be missed like this.