"My lord, you use this word in conjunction with my imagination?" Lotus, lotus and bamboo blurted out when they heard Tang Yu's words.

Xuan Yunxing's eyebrows were wrinkled together, almost becoming a Sichuan character. Hearing that lotus and lotus bamboo still have Kung Fu to joke, he couldn't help shouting angrily, "Now is not the time for you to joke."

Lotus, lotus, lotus and bamboo were not intentional, so Xuan Yunxing said that there was a sense of embarrassment to the extreme, white face, flashing a red halo, like ripe red apples, extraordinarily attractive.

"Well, Lao Xuan, the lotus is not intentional. What's your anger at her girl?" Tang Yu...