"Unexpectedly, you are such a palace master. Lu mistook you."
Lu Bei leans against the window and complains, saying, while clutching his collar.
Just now, he nearly lost 100 million yuan, which made Yan Xiaoshuang taste the sweetness.
The person who tried to do it was a little embarrassed, with his face cold and knees facing the wall.
Han Miaojun continued to read, occasionally raising his eyebrows and sneering: "What a woman who wants to be a Taoist. The two palaces have known each other for many years, but I don't know that the Fuyao Palace has such magic power."
Yan Xiaoshuang was so angry and angry that she couldn't deliver a blood. Han Miaojun taunted her several times, and she couldn't stop talking. She coldly changed the topic: "Lu Zong