ch time with Tang Wulin today. He still needed to observe the child more. He had seen the piece of refined silver that Tang Wulin presented, and from its uniformity, he could definitively say that Tan...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. 。der 。""Huh You mean, that one This young Impossible! Oh my! So he looks this young" 。" Yeah! I heard the Holy Spirit Douluo is his old man's wife. 。Don't call the old folks, grandparents Let me know...