Unfortunately, beautiful dreams are always one after another.

Ye Mingyu and the Saint were sitting on the bench. It was late winter now, and the day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, and it is said that it will snow.

Cold air from the Western Desert Ice Field seeps into breathing.

He suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose.

I think it's probably a friend who is talking about me.

I have already called Bei Yao Fengye and I am safe.

Before the seventh generation of the undead monarch was resurrected, she ran out of the tomb.

When he learned that Ye Mingyu was with the Saint, he said to take care of himself and leave tonight.

"Isn't it okay if I don't go with that girl?"

The saint leaned against Ye Mingyu, wrapped in a coat he had just bought from the store, exhaling air conditioning as he spoke.

"She knows."

"What do you know?"

"I am a prodigal son with excessive desires. Even if I have beautiful girls who have been with them for hundreds of years, I will spend the night with my homeless woman on the street."

The saint pulled the scarf: "She is such a good girl."

"You're not bad either."

Look at each other.

The two laughed out loud at the same time.
Chapter completed!