Chapter 113, unless she did not marry Ji Xuehao, who had just held her plumaged lips and had no time to recall, was separated by the respected.

There was a strong air in the venerable man's hand, which straightly rested on Ji Xuehao's shoulder. Ji Xuehao retreated several steps after the earthquake and almost fell to the ground!

He looked at the old man coming out in surprise, and looked at the plume covering his mouth in surprise. He asked, "Who is the plume?"

Tilting feathers responded, wiping his mouth forcefully, then holding his hands behind him, raising his chin and looking at him: "He's my master! It's your master,...