"If you can prove that you came from time travel, I will take you home." Zhang Wuji held his chin and looked at the petite, cute, elegant and elegant little girl in front of him with his mouth slightly raised.
"Yes, young master" After saying this, he was ready to pounce.
"Stop, don't hug me, prove it first.". Zhang Wuji quickly jumped back, but he still couldn't escape the little girl's hug.
"Ah------"
"What's wrong, sir?"
"Easy, gentle."