"I am born as a flower grower, and die as a flower grower. I don't want to go to that British magic academy. Besides, I can only speak yes, go, and Q in English in English." Lin Qingjing clung to his father's lap and screamed like a ghost, while Lin Tunan moved forward without changing his expression. After walking, Lin Qingjing was speechless when she found her old father walking faster and faster. She was quiet for a while, and then her dear old father tore it off and threw it to the Taoist Priest aside. "Haha, hello, Taoist Priest." Lin Qingjing weakly greeted the Taoist Priest and glanced at the Taoist Priest's crane. The Taoist priest looked at the trembling crane that she looked at, and coughed, "Ahem, don't look at it. Last time you plucked out all the hair on Yunxian and made it close to itself for a long time." Lin Qingjing's eyes wandered for a moment,
Purpose: I want to see the collision between Chinese and Western magic