Long Jiu’s tone is cold and cold: “Come in, help the king to grind the ink”
Grinding ink?
“Wang Ye, small will not” Briar said very honestly.
In the past, it was all the little potatoes to help. She took the brush and thought it was too good to grind the little family’s work. She couldn’t do it with carelessness.
When I came into contact with the dragon nine, I shot a cold and faint eyes. Briar was so scared that she closed her mouth and sneaked into the main entrance. She opened the door and walked to the front of the dragon. I saw a prepared pen and paper basket on the square table, and a glass of water.
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