"Besides, what's so beautiful about the moon? If you look at it too much, you'll easily get sleepy. If you get sleepy, you'll want to sleep."

"When you want to sleep, you want to be refreshed."

"So, do you want to drink?"

Taking out the wine bottle hanging from her waist, Miss Guo Er curled her lips and made a gesture.

"..."

The little princess Zhao Min turned her head away angrily, she didn't want to look at this woman's face.

The whole person seemed to be gritting his teeth.

Is this Guo Xiang?

Is this the so-called Second Miss Guo?

The legendary Emei Patriarch?

It's enough that you people who should have died in history long ago are still alive and kicking.

Guo Xiang.

Zhang Sanfeng.

There was also the red-haired woman who was silent at the side.

And the woman in white who is the real master here always gives Zhao Min the illusion that they should not belong to this era.

It's too difficult for her.

Zhao Min felt from all the golden nobles that no man was a hero.

To save Dayuan, she can only rely on one woman.

The result was a middle-of-the-road failure.

Ignoring the annoying Miss Guo, Zhao Min turned around, looked at the woman in white who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, and said, "Sister Bai, can you tell me a story about that man?"

Open your eyes.

Lift your eyes.

Xiao Longnu's eyes fell on Zhao Min, and she smiled, strangling the blooming flowers, making the flames even brighter.

The jade lips parted slightly.

"That's not a story."

"But a memoir."
Chapter completed!