tightly hugging his neck. 。Tang Wulin pulled her skirt down frantically, trying to prevent it from riding up. 。Both of the disciples standing at the entrance to the inner courtyard were dumbfounded....Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。 wouldn't have been so tormented beforehand.Xu Milier's sister is right, the reason I couldn't keep her was because my own strength wasn't strong enough. 。Unconsciously clenching the silver scales in...