The more the son Gu woke up, the more the mother Gu ate until the host died. Mo Qianqing was stunned. Looking at the girl's smile, she thought of what Wang Yue had said jokingly. Lin Miaomiao said in a low voice, "My parents must hate my practice of playing the trumpet. I want to practice another trumpet once I let the second child go.".
The more the son Gu woke up, the more the mother Gu ate until the host died. Mo Qianqing was stunned. Looking at the girl's smile, she thought of what Wang Yue had said jokingly. Lin Miaomiao said in a low voice, "My parents must hate my practice of playing the trumpet. I want to practice another trumpet once I let the second child go.". After hearing this, Duan Yu also kept silent for a long time. Then he got up and took the four people of Wang Yue to the royal mausoleum of Dali. Lord, there is something unknown about Mengyun. Luo Youyou seems to have something to expect. When Wang Yue kisses, he subconsciously kisses back.
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