Zheng Qiniang was in a disheveled state due to the wind. She was so angry that her entire body was shaking.
The second keeper was startled and subconsciously rushed forward to stand in front of Zheng Qiniang.
Little Yaya gave him a thoughtful look, which made him feel a chill on the back.
Zhuo Ran laughed out loud. He really liked this kind of little brat, like a small chili that was choked with smoky smell.
"Hahaha, that's a good idea. I support you. Little Ya, do you want me to find you a long sword or a poison?"
The little brat felt a little awkward and frowned. He hesitated. Which one should he choose?
"The long sword is too bloody, let alone poison. I can invent a poison that can kill me in my sleep."
Zhuoran laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. This girl was a treasure.
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