Early in the morning, Leon Luo stepped into the palace of Zhen Shuangliu.
Zhen Shuang Liu Fang looked up and frowned, scolding: "You look weird, what are you talking about?"
It's not his fault that he's too strict, it's just that Leon Luo is very twisted now. He tilted his head and neck almost to a right angle, just short of looking up at the sky with his nose, put his hands behind his back, stuck out his chest and belly, and shook his body three times before taking a step.
Not only that, he was not even walking in a straight line, his steps were horizontal and diagonal, and he did not forget to draw a large semicircle in the air. Even Bai Lian, who was always patient and gentle, could not help but close his eyes after seeing Leon Luo. It was no wonder that Zhen Shuangliu was angry.
"My Master..." Leon Luo dragged out his tone, "My disciple is now a crab."
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