Demon Yan Xiaosi

What an ancient and holy language. Why did it become bird language in this kid's mouth? What happened to being classy!

The white-haired old man suddenly remembered that this kid had said that he didn't have any birds or eggs. He thought that this kid was deliberately annoying him. He didn't expect him to be good at indiscriminate attacks.

With such a younger brother, the white-haired old man began to sympathize with Dabao.

Dabao's face darkened, but he couldn't find any words to refute. He was so angry!

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On the other hand, after being woken up by the three little fellows' kisses, Yu Wan was no longer sleepy. She lay in Yan Jiuchao's arms and enjoyed the intimate time with him. She suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion, "There's still no news from the Sorcerer Clan?"

"You're talking about Zhou Jin? No." Yan Jiuchao shook his head.