Leng, Leng, Leng

the noisy crowd suddenly calmed down because of Chu zhaoyue's angry words. The creels on the second floor of Molly's pavilion are tacitly moved, talked, and filled with pink hearts

the fiery vision that originally focused on Mo ran focused on Chu zhaoyue. On the whole floor, you could see a full question mark, which seemed like an appointment to come out and frighten people, flying all over the sky.

"don't leave boss Ge, what did you just say..."

"Yeah, it's so strange. What's' you're Fayle, now, Nao, wute! '? What do you mean? "

"is it the dialect of her hometown?"

"ah, does she mean that...