"Oh? Let's see what's strange about this ancestor sacrifice!" Chen Jiu nodded curiously and did not go on mad with Zhu Shi any more. In fact, the bell for ancestor worship was very serious and spoiled people's interest. That's why he said it was the bell for mourning the door.

After sorting out properly, Zhu's aesthetic poetry is just a little more mature, graceful. Na's posture, the first woman's breath, is the attraction of Chen Jiuyi blinking, how can we not see enough!

"Well, you've eaten the whole person. Is it not enough?" Zhu Shi was apparently very satisfied with Chen Jiu's strange appearance, which was a joyful clinging to...