"Why is this? Of course it's because I am Qingyun Linning!"
Three hundred paces away, Lin Ning found a folding fan from somewhere and waved a cool wind on the snow covered Mount Fusang.
Around him, Tian Wuniang's incomparably beautiful face showed a hint of embarrassment
When the Master and Prince Huang saw Lin Ning's appearance, they were surprised and frowned slightly.
They don't think that Lin Ning is such a shallow person
"You?"
The oriental green leaves fall to such a situation, and the pride in their bones is still strong, just like looking at a little black mouse