I'm a small spirit who has cultivated in this mountain for three hundred years. I have no name, and my friends in the mountain call me little butterfly immortal Zhenzhen.
The girl introduced herself after she got up.
"Oh?"
Wang longqi and du Lanke's eyebrows twitched at the name. They looked at each other, closed their eyes, and poked the girl's head with a finger.
"Dish God, dish God, when can I get a wife?" du Lanke asked.
"Dish God, dish God, tell me, how many wives can I marry in this life?" Wang longqi asked.
The girl was silent for a while. She wanted to say something but stopped herself. She swallowed the word " idiot " that was already in her throat.
After some restraint, he forced a smile and said, " "You two, I'm a butterfly, not a pot, bowl, ladles, and bowls."
Wang longqi laughed, " hahaha, that's true. It must be a butterfly in the mountains, Huahua.
