If the eyes looking at Zheng Qing in the hall were just a little 'scrutinizing' and a little 'sharp', then at the moment when his portrait kissed the fingertips of Su Shijun's portrait, there were many nameless curses mixed in the scrutiny, and those 'sharp' 'It is more like a substance, as if it has turned into a series of sharp arrows, vowing to gather a thousand arrows into someone's heart.

Zheng Qing was very glad that he chose the one with the strongest magic defense when he chose the dress.

Even so, was **** in his robes

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