Her face was red, her eyes were fascinated. She was away, her long legs were twisted, pinched and tightened. The peony suddenly appeared. The flowers were beautiful and charming. She immediately saw a few people around her. She was fascinated and intoxicated.

"Well, Peony Fairy, what do you mean?" Or Yushu Linfeng's youth, the first response, quickly asked.

"I, do you really want to bet?" The Peony Fairy was not embarrassed for a while. Just now, she thought of Chen Jiu, the man who hit her behind her. Although he was not high, he left an indelible image in the heart of the peony, as if he were gods, irreversible....