Return to the door of the market, Xuan Qingfeng.
“Master, do you realize that today’s little brother is a little strange?”
Li Siyi shook the folding fan, looked at the ethereal figure disappearing behind the crack in the space, and asked.
“What’s weird?”
“Is his clothes made a year ago? What is called the Hongguang Robe? I praised it last time. And the bun, is it also more energetic than usual?”
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