A black luxury commercial vehicle slowly drove into the area of Yulong Mountain and let it go after a routine inspection.
Inside the car.
The sage who had just landed in the capital still had a lollipop in his mouth, carrying his ancestral medicine box on his back, and looked curiously through the car window.
“I will take you to the store first, and you will be there for me.”
There were two boxes of old-fashioned pastries on Alana’s lap. Not long after they came out of the oven, they smelled sweet. She sat upright, but the sacred hand was aware of the calculations from her movements, but she didn’t know who was so unlucky.
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