Previous chapter:
Chapter 187 Daoist leader with immeasurable merit
PREVIEW
... lightly, you can see the flowers swaying, and the clouds are so white and soft.
The beautiful girl ran on the road, came home, opened the door, and saw the white-haired, wrinkled grandma cooking, the smell of the food was nostalgic, the grandma walked over with a smile, and stretched out her hand to touch My own head: "Does my little Meng like my rice so much?" '
‘Why did you come to grandma suddenly? '
The beautiful girl was stunned, and then realized that the sun outsi ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE