"You..." She watched Chen Jiu chat with Jingxin endlessly, and asked everything through. She had a good time talking and laughing, but no one cared about her. This made her very angry.

The stinky monk, who has been carrying me on his back for so many years, never seems to have spoken to me so much. Didn't he look up to his cousin?

No, we can't let him do what he wants. He doesn't even want this stinky thing. He even wants to point to his cousin. How can we do that? The jealous, snowy moon pursed her lips, very dissatisfied came to the middle of the two and said,...