The slave is also from Duke Tang's Mansion, so does she know Ling'er?
Who is the most beautiful slave girl in Xuan'ao Qianpeng?"
He almost bit off his tongue. God, he was so ridiculous. He didn’t understand Ling’er at all. He didn’t know her name, and he didn’t know what she did.
Yes, he didn't know anything, so he could only describe her as beautiful and pretty.
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They didn't do anything with their guns off, their guns off, and their whips. They only thought about these dirty things all day long.
The reason why she concealed her stunning appearance.
The thing is, she showed her true colors to others, but I don’t know how many men have already competed for her. Is that her biggest disaster?
There is not the most beautiful slave girl among the slave girls. They are all people who are not attractive to adults."
You, I know how to say this.
The grasshopper
He had never thought that he could find Ling'er using this method. He was just unwilling to do so. He just wanted to ask more.
"玎AO阕畕side umbrella! Thin fence holding"
Aunt Huan was wandering around the corridor. She lowered her head and went to pick up her basket by the tree. By accident, her head hit another tree.
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The grasshopper kills the falcon
It's so funny. Oh my god. It's so funny.
What a shame!
She looked back at the man who was standing by the tree and laughing wildly. At this sight, her eyes froze. She suddenly raised her head.
Damn it, it was him, the man who held her in his arms tenderly and called her Ling'er.
What is he doing here? Is he looking for her?
It's impossible to replace Lan Sang with Dang Meng, how could it be possible?
The old man raised his head stupidly and looked at Yinqi, who was laughing wildly, with a blank look on his face.
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Damn it, it's him, it's that man.
What is Xuanhao laughing at? Is he laughing at himself?
He must be laughing at himself. He didn't recognize himself. How could he recognize himself? He only had eyes for the beautiful woman under the moon. An ugly slave girl like her would never fall in love with him.
Just like Master Tang, he is a man who only looks at women.
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A smile spread across his face. What happened to him? Was he blinded? He seemed to see a hint of familiarity on the face of this ugly, clumsy little slave girl, especially that
When I looked up, those eyes, yes, those eyes were so familiar, a bit like, no, how could it be possible?
Yinqi couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart. How could it be possible? How could he think of this ugly and clumsy little slave girl as his Ling'er?
What kind of beauty and lightness is there in the Ling'er? It's like a fairy in the sky. How can it have any earthly flavor? How could he have such an illusion in his heart?
When he looked again, the little slave girl had disappeared down the slope.
I miss you so much.
Where is the 牃烎槎?
Hey, why haven't you come yet?
Am I looking for you?
Am I waiting for you here?
Penghao's heart felt cold.
Xuan walked slowly down the mountain. She walked all the way to the small corner door of the backyard of Tang Mansion. Was she still confused? There was indescribable sorrow in her heart. All men in the world are the same. Noble men in the world are more
Are they the same?
The reality is even more cruel when using a smeared screen.