It is not an exaggeration to see Shen Wu appear here, travel and make friends.

But it is a bit intriguing to appear here...

After all, she had just met Yi Hong and would know it with a look.

So she had no choice but to escape!

When I walked to the corner of the corridor, I took a few more steps to get the arch. Seeing the victory was in sight, I couldn't help but hear a sound of footsteps, from far to near...

Chu Yujiang rushed over after receiving the call and ran into Ling Yun head-on, "What's the situation?"

"Did you see a waiter wearing a cheongsam?"

“It’s everywhere.”

Ling Yun: "..."

"However, there is only one way to the lobby from here, and I didn't see anyone else when I came."

In other words, if a person goes out from here, as long as he does not use flying or knows the technique of hiding the ground, he must be still in this place!

Ling Yun's eyes lit up. Chu Yujiang had already closed the archway before him, and Chen Hua became the turtle that had not had time to escape from the jar!

"Is it fun?" The man's voice came from behind, with a little joking hidden.

Chen Huan's neck stiffened, and after a while, he slowly turned around. The man's smiling face came into his eyes. His big palm was still on her shoulder and he did not move it away. His joints were clearly distinguished, and there was a small red mole on the tiger's mouth.

"Miss Three, we're meeting again." Buxue and bluntly, teasing the prey.

"...hi, what a coincidence." Chen Hua turned around and faced him. The man's hand fell and lowered it back to his side. She raised a smile, but her eyes suppressed her defense. The light of vigilance flashed by, and was just right after Quan defended. Ting captured someone right away.

"It's really a coincidence," the man approached, "Maybe this is my fate with you - leaving Ningcheng, why did you meet the huge China again?"

Chen Hua raised his eyes and just hit the other party's deep pupils, as if his soul was about to be sucked in.

She turned her head slightly, took the lead in looking away, leaving the man with a indifferent side face.

The girl has a snow-white complexion, a pointed chin, long eyelashes, curly curves, and a light cherry pink lips.

Slim and graceful, without any place that is not exquisite.

It should have been a pity for people, like a soft little white rabbit, innocent and harmless, but those eyes reflected sharpness inappropriately, as if two swords were hidden, directly destroying this softness.

The lower jaw raised slightly, drawing a rebellious arc in the air - this is the real her!

She does not need any pity or love, she has her own claws and armor.

"What do you want?" She looked into the distance, her eyes as indifferent as water when she didn't smile.

Quan Hanting stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Huan's chin without waiting for Chen Huan to struggle. The tentacles became warm, and the rough fingertips were tightly attached to the delicate skin, which was a softness that a man had never had before.

"I should ask you this sentence? The third lady of the Shen family traveled thousands of miles to Beihai, but pretended to be a waiter in the teahouse to pour tea and water for others. What is this?"

"This is called y, role-playing, do you understand?" Chen Hua endured the discomfort from his jaw and was forced to face the man. A strong smell of smoke lingered in his nose, which was emitted from him, "Yes, right , Uncle Six is ​​so old that I don’t understand the little girl’s games.”

"Which age is this?" His eyes were half-closed, and his tone became dangerous in an instant.

"Of course it's the age of 'a handful'. After all, I call you uncle."

"Sarcastic to me?"

"Are you not old?" Chen Hua asked back.

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Sixth Master roared: Don’t be old! Don’t be old at all!

My wife: Heh...man.
Chapter completed!