"Why does the fish have legs?" Hong Ying was also curious, "Not only legs, it seems to have hair too."
Miss Jiu hummed: "Long Spear has legs too, and sits there combing hair every day."
Hong Ying grabbed a handful of greenish silk and laughed softly: "Jealous? Jealous to death, you rascal!"
Li Banfeng embraced the phonograph intimately for a while, and the phonograph became interested, entering the puppet's body.
Li Banfeng kissed Zhao Xiaowan and went out.
Zhao Xiaowan sat by the bed and wept.
Hong Ying comforted her: "Don't cry, Xiaowan, this crazy Han is too oblivious."
Tan Jinxiao stood at the bow of the boat, pointed to a distant island, and whispered: "Seventh Master, this is Yangtu Island."
The island was large, devoid of grass and trees, and no rocks were visible, the entire island covered in soil.
There was a mountain on the island, very high, with its peak touching the cave ceiling.
