"Not to say that Mo Yang was never born and never met people easily? I really think he is an old fairy." Shui Yun-jin is somewhat disgusted with the tunnel. Usually, those old immortals are not approachable. Fireworks override people’s rarity. Every word is a secret. In her opinion, Mo Yang is not much different from the old prince.
Huangfuda looked at her face and smiled "disappointed" Shuiyunjin left the pie mouth. "Are you disappointed that he should have…
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