"Do you know that there's a saying in the mortal world?"
"On the first day of the new year, if you can grab the first Joss stick, you will be rewarded by the gods." Little Huai Lu was standing in the temple in her undergarments.
Lu huaijiang had fished out a dress from somewhere. The stitches were fine, but because he was in a hurry, he had even made a few mistakes.
The word "Lu" was embroidered on the corner of his clothes.
The red winter dress fit her perfectly, and little huailu looked like a little goddess in it.
"Master, please take a seat." The messenger of yin and yang had not left the Savior Hall today. He had been waiting for his master to return.
He saw the White-clothed youth standing behind her and nodded slightly.
Little Huai Lu sat on the divine throne. At this moment, everyone knelt in front of her, waiting for midnight to come, waiting for the first wisp of green smoke on the first day of the new year.
