Murong Zhining embraced the scolding cloud leaping Xuan, looked up at him, mischievous, "The condensed child pinch finger counting, the time has not yet arrived. The gel to learn that Zhuge Kongming borrowed the east wind it! This east wind, has not promised to lend to the condensed child."

Chiyun Yuexuan gently caress Murong Zhining's peach cheeks, "Naughty. Condensation even if it is to build altar to do magic, Xianggong is also not strange. My husband is willing to unconditionally ...