On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que shook off his hand and felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if it was the same scene when he saw Feng Nu for the second time, but now the subject and object were reversed.

Qiao Que turned her wrist with a cold face, and the clothes on her arm returned to the original in a moment: "Mr. Feng, you are going too far."

The monsters present scattered like birds and beasts to talk about the world, but I don't know how many pairs of eyes glanced at this side.

"why?"

Qiao Que, who was about to walk away, turned her head impatiently: "Why?"

The voice of the crossbow was raised a little: "Why are you not poisoned?"

Qiao Que stopped suddenly: "Who knows?"

Bai Qing saw it clearly, and Qiao Que's chestnut eyes curved into a smile and said, "Maybe I'm very talented?"