Lin Jiao just slept and traveled through time. She was the concubine of the prime minister's palace and the unpopular princess. She said it didn't matter, as long as she was a Buddhist. Everyone in the capital knew that Lin Jiaojiao, who was married to the King of Jin, was going to die. All the ladies in the capital raised their heads and leaned towards her. Jing Yu always thought that he would not like Lin Jiaojiao, until he saw her white back exposed while taking a bath, he was so frightened that he ran away in panic. From now on, he would have lingering emotions in his dreams every night, which he could not get rid of. Lin Jiaojiao looked at someone with red eyes and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please calm down, we have something to talk about." Jing Yu played with his loose hair, "I will give you a chance to make your mother worth her son, come on." Lin Jiaojiao said in her heart: Damn, you must have a cat disease in your brain! Consumption Guide: Both men and women are clean, logic is dead, make up history, don't do research, just look at it and be happy.
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Tonic, let this little rabbit go [poor]
I don't understand. Isn't Marcus dead? Is this an if line?
Tonic, let this little rabbit go [poor]
I don't understand. Isn't Marcus dead? Is this an if line?