Turning around, Xiaoling is receiving his contributions and returning. The crowd around is applauding warmly.

seventeen years old, yellow level eight, such cultivation is very good even among the men of Lu family, let alone the body of Xiaoling's daughter.

Lu Ming clapped softly, but he didn't really want to congratulate Xiaoling. It's Xiaoling who has turned his eyes and just landed on him. Even if he wants to stop clapping, he can't. After all, if Xiaoling continues to be offended like this, maybe this evil woman will be able to rush into his room at night with a knife, and then he will get the result.

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