Dawn of the Gods
Can remember when Han Xi height is still in his waist, very naughty, often go to pull the beard of Qing dust real person, and now it is already almost more than their shoulders, and Zi Ling, now Zi Ling has already pavilion, such as budding lotus, wearing a light purple dress, behind the back of the long hair hangs gently, the head with a purple jade hairpin, a wobbly, a flash.
"Chansi! Come here you!" As soon as Zi Ling stomped her foot, she was about to lunge at Han Xi again, and Han Xi hurriedly ducked behind Xiao Chuan, grasping Xiao Chuan's arm and only poking out a head, "Brother Xiao Chuan, quickly help me block Elder Sister, she's going to hit me!"
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