Little white rabbit.

Everyone looked at Bai Tang with his words. The white fluffy little rabbit sat there with a serious expression, staring at the lemon slices in the kettle with a burning look, and the desire in his eyes was clear.

It seems that he is really hungry.

Several people laughed uncontrollably, saying that they could not treat our mascot badly while letting people outside come in and serve the dishes. Food was cured first, and they were all sensible people. The atmosphere around them improved soon.

After getting up, even Rao She and Feng Yunwei's expressions didn't look that heavy.

Small animals are so magical.

But Mr. Yazi, who was controlled by fluff, was not cured this time. He looked down at the dragon scales at his hand, feeling that as the mystery of Zhang Yanshan was revealed, the fog covered by Fu Qianyuan became even thicker.

Why is his dragon scales under Takiwater?

The dragon scale under Taki Water is intact, and it is different from the gray and cracked dragon scales he is now. That is to say, it was he fell before. When was this before? One thousand five hundred

Nine years ago?

Why did a soul-suppressing monument be specially erected to press the dragon scales?

There are too many problems, and the previous ones have not been solved yet and the latter ones have followed up. Until now, I can't figure out anything.

Fu Tong rubbed his eyebrows and felt that all this was really bad.

Brain pain.

The author has something to say: Fu Atong: "I don't like the little Qinglong with secrets."

Fu Qianyuan: "Do you like the little dragon cub that will make you feel better?"

Fu Atong: "..." (blushed)

...

Maybe I am not very good at writing these recollection plots, but it is the most suitable here. It must exist. It has been polished for a long time and changed many times before it was decided. I hope everyone likes it, at least not hates w.

When I am in a better state, I will give you a long and thick seal.
Chapter completed!