Master Yama seemed to be in a bad mood recently. Po Meng sighed and looked at the back of the little rabbit grabbing the giant frog and jumping towards the Yama Hall, and held the hairpin on her temples that was knocked crooked.
"Pot." Master Yan Mo's delicate voice sounded lazily from the palace. It was light and had no warmth, but it steadily penetrated into Po Meng's ears.
Po Meng lowered her head, hugged Qin tightly in her arms, and quietly drove Yazi under her body to quickly escape in the opposite direction.
As things stand now, let the person in the palace seek happiness for himself.