An Ziai looks at Xier again. Xier, I'm all right now. After breakfast, let's go to Ruoxian. Ji Wenling's eyes are just a light sweep. She doesn't intend to pay attention to the men and women in front of her. She doesn't care whether they are lovers or concubines. She leaves them and walks into the hall. Fu Yi doesn't answer his questions directly, but says: Your Highness has never practiced martial arts, It's always good to have a weapon to protect your body
An Ziai looks at Xier again. Xier, I'm all right now. After breakfast, let's go to Ruoxian. Ji Wenling's eyes are just a light sweep. She doesn't intend to pay attention to the men and women in front of her. She doesn't care whether they are lovers or concubines. She leaves them and walks into the hall. Fu Yi doesn't answer his questions directly, but says: Your Highness has never practiced martial arts, It's always good to have a weapon to protect her body on this occasion. She doesn't want to bring trouble to Wang Yan. Looking at Ji Wenling's similar appearance to Shen Yunqing, Zhuang Jiahao follows Ji Wenling's steps. He can't help crying. She is very painful, but she has no strength to cry. She feels that the pain of being burned by the white flame of the world is 10000 times more painful than the pain of being engraved with the spirit by the yin and yang industrial fires, Only more pain
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