She always thought that she was just the wick of a lotus lamp.
He thought that he had always been a cold-faced war god who protected the three realms.
He, the little devil in the devil world, could not escape death because of love.
Their stories echo throughout the three realms, but where can I find the beautiful women?
Lianxin: I just want to stay quietly in the corner without being disturbed.
God of War: OK! I'll be with you everywhere.
Xuan Ye: No, you can only be mine.
Xueluomei: Lianxin, Jiumin! Take the exam to catch me.
Cheng hope: How to choose between the two sides.
Lingxi: What happened to brother Cheng Xi?
Lianxin saw Qingqian's cautious expression: "Qingqian, if you want to talk about Mozi's victory over the Immortal Lord, then just say it openly, I have let it go, and it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about me."
"Then Fairy, do you think Mozi will turn around and beg for your forgiveness if he wins?"
"Of course not, I'm still Xian'e!"
"Hahahaha, yes! How could I forget?!"
"Qing Qian, do you know how to hatch eggs?"
"I am a tea tree that has been cultivating for thousands of years, how can I know how to hatch eggs?"
"Yes! I am a wick and can't hatch."
"Hahaha!"
It was completely different from the script she had imagined of returning to the ranks of fairies, making an elegant and beautiful appearance, and making the scumbag regret it. She wanted to cry for a moment, and now she just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Intention: Watch the little fairy break through the many restrictions.