The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

Cheng Dieyi asked sincerely: "I don't know if Miss Cheng has any corresponding requirements, maybe I can help you find one or two."

Hearing Xiji's straightforward question, Cheng Dieyi's face turned red, but looking at Xiji in front of him, he still said, "My husband, I hope he is eight feet tall, capable of both literature and martial arts. , an upright man. Even if he doesn’t look good, it doesn’t matter if he’s fierce, even if others are afraid of him, I won’t be afraid of him.”

When Xiji heard her words, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that there was something wrong there.

Before Siji could think about it, he heard the news that the Night King was back outside.