"Sigh, this old man Liang. Looking at his pitiful face, I'm embarrassed to bully him." Luo Yunshan shook his head and said with the attitude of a winner.
Ling Chuxi also shook her head and laughed. What was this elder Liang up to? why was it like a timely rain? whatever she wanted, he would eagerly give it to her. Was it really a hot potato to hold onto when one's family background was too rich?
The watermoon mirror flower stone was three feet long and wide, like jade and stone. It was covered with a layer of hazy Halo, giving people a feeling of illusion. This should be the origin of the name watermoon mirror flower.
Sitting cross-legged on the mirror marble, Ling Chuxi once again began to comprehend ancestral Master Li 'ao's martial arts techniques.
