As the old saying goes, "When a book is used, you will miss it." Tristan Xuan's situation may be the opposite - he has too much time and his style is too low, so he has read all the ancient and modern novels and has too much reading material. So that for a time, three hundred stories of love, romance, romance, and romance were connected with each other, overflowing the storage space in the brain, and mixed with the warehouse next door where "yellow waste" was stored, forming an inseparable paste. He was stunned for several seconds without saying a word.
Sebastian Sheng laughed loudly, flicked his finger, and opened the safety belt buckle. He lifted Tristan Xuan's claws and pressed on the "wooden chicken" chest: "I've heard that the bird race has a fast pulse... Well, it's true."
After laughing, he walked away.
Tristan Xuan: ...
If he does this again, he will commit a crime!
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