The little god who blows rainbow farts VS the scheming ascetic regent who has cut off love and love
The little magic stick Yan Qingqiao traveled through time!
When she opened her eyes, the regent in the same bed raised his head to look at her, thinking about how she should die.
Sister Dou, Grandma Dou, Uncle and Aunt Dou, with one hexagram in hand, the world... Ahem, the world belongs to the regent!
Yan Qingqiao and his son each hugged the regent's thigh. He smiled and showed his small white teeth: "Uncle Eleven, I read fortunes, seek good luck and avoid bad luck, transform ghosts and catch evil spirits, find dragons and point acupoints, from birth naming to the location of the mausoleum, I will arrange everything for you. The princess's products are pure and innocent. How about you give me a divination?"
