"How many years have I kept you in my heart? How dare you say you don't know?!"
"You and I are both men, how can this be done! You... Don't come over here... If you come over again, I'll scream!" Mu Weixi held the sword in her hand and backed away tremblingly.
"What about men? I, Mu Qianyang, only like you, Ximen, in this life. They are not as good as you! Be good and come here!"
Be a good boy! Don't even look at your burning eyes and all that and that! Although you are handsome and graceful, Mu Weixi kept shaking her head, ignoring the weird and evil smile on his lips.
"Well, let me ask you weakly, the only poison of your black-clothed sect is □!!!?" He rummaged through the bottles and jars in the house and asked helplessly while pointing at Yingge Yanwu's name with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Jianghu, as long as this poison does not harm the body or brain, you can just take it, ah."
This is a convulsive plot about a poor girl dressed as a cute convulsive man and having a convulsive love affair.
Dear readers, you can do whatever you want. As long as it's not eggs, tomatoes are fine, hehe. . . . . .
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