"Ha ha..." Seeing Zhan Wuya's strange smile, and then feeling the strong sight of her back, Chu zhaoyue smiled a few times, and then one group got the appearance of eminent monk and eminent person of the world, and said with infinite expression, "who said, a man can't be called huaxue? Flower snow, flower snow, colorful snow, wonderful snow, quiet and fragrant snow, such a good name, who stipulates that only women can use it? "

Zhan Wuya slightly smothers, opens his mouth, looks at Chu zhaoyue helplessly, turns his eyes and says, "yes, only you are right."

standing behind Chu zhaoyue, cook was about to be drowned by the...