On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que, who was standing on the sycamore tree at the door as the prototype, shook her wings and forcibly dispelled the idea of ​​rushing in and taking Bai Qing away.

Bai Qing's thinking is really getting more and more out of line now, maybe mental retardation is really contagious.

Qiao Que shrank her neck and continued to eavesdrop.

"what about you?"

Bai Qing pointed to the four people who should be demons standing behind He Bingzhu and Gu Yuan.

He Bingzhu pursed his lips and didn't know how to introduce it. After pondering for a moment, he asked Bai Qing: "Does the boss know the water method in front of Haiyan Hall in Yuanmingyuan?"

Bai Qing hummed, not knowing why, could it be that these four came from the Old Summer Palace?

He Bingzhu's voice was very soft: "Do you know the twelve animal heads in the fountain?"

Bai Qing's heart skipped a beat.

isn't it?