"There are actually foxes on Penglai Mountain?" The man's voice was warm, clear and shallow, not as lazy and confusing as Hong Ruo, nor as cold and indifferent as Lin Yi. Big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, it sounds very nice. I just don't know what a person with such a nice voice would look like?
The little fox tried his best to raise his little head and met a pair of smiling eyes.
The water of a spring pool is shining. Did he pick the stars from the sky and put them in? Otherwise, how could it be so bright?
The little fox found that he was also put in. Thinking about it like this, I really feel like I accidentally fell into a deep lake. The water is cold and soft, so I will sink like this...
Although the smile only floated lightly on the water and did not seep down, maybe the little fox could take it to the bottom of the water?
Will the water taste as delicious as peach blossom wine?
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In short, this is the story of Qin Momo who wanted to steal peach blossom wine but fell into the hands of the owner of peach blossom wine.