“Where did you die if you didn’t sleep in the middle of the night?” A cold voice came. Bu Yaolian pulled out her ears, thinking she was hallucinating.
“Avery, is there any voice.” Bu Yaolian’s eyes were blurred, already drunk.
Avery supported her, almost bearing all the power in her body.
“Someone is talking.” Avery told her in a serious manner.
“Who?” Bu Yaolian raised her eyes and tried to open her eyes, only to see a slender figure in front of the gate of Qinghua Palace. No, two, no, three, she chuckled and smiled: “A lot of them. Respect is flashing.”
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