Master Yan Luo still had a smile on his face, a beautiful smile, but full of sarcasm deep inside.
The grass vine wrapped around her hair and the unobtrusive little flower on it faded away without a sound.
"Huh?" Wang Yi instantly sensed that something was wrong with the person in front of him, and a chill rose in his heart.
Without warning, a bland little flower appeared on his soul and wrapped it around.
At the same time, Wang Yi's first
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