A fortune-telling novel by a maid with a young lady.

A fortune-telling novel by a maid with a young lady.

Is it a "waste of life"

A waste of life

When Han Xiao escaped from the Red Temple with a smile, he saw a fire in the distant sky. He rubbed his eyes, almost thinking it was a rosy cloud surging among the clouds.

You are so stupid, you can't see that woman is a trust fund! The dark red vermicelli door closed with a dull sound, and Xiao smiled and stared in surprise. He just scolded him. If it weren't for him, maybe he would have been locked in the door.

"But she doesn't look like it." Xiao still remembers with a smile. He will never forget that woman's pale and bloodless face. The expression of her lying in a pool of blood seemed to remind him of her sister's painful tears.

"You won't be have a crush on her? Do you think she is beautiful? " ? Don't ask, there is a knife on the head of the color word. He really didn't see that Xiao had a smile.

"Why, my sister Zhu Yu was born in vain ...", Xiao wanted to say with a smile that other women didn't think how beautiful it was after watching it again. Unexpectedly, she was punched in the face by Han.

"Let's go, we have been exposed." Han vaguely saw the black shadow surging in the Woods opposite the suspension bridge, and hurriedly pulled rustling out of the back of the hall.

Strange, where will master Tianshui be?

Han Yun smiled and pulled Xiao Shao, flew over the face of a deep pool and landed in a forest of hearts. He looked closely at the shadow behind him and thought, this time, don't miss master Tianshui, but his life was shot dead by his people. This is too uneconomical.

"Ouch, I have a stomachache." Xiao smiled, I don't know what happened. He made a plan to save the woman.

"You are such a mother." Han Yun hate iron not to produce, pointing to the distance. After a quick flash with a smile, Xiao stood there clutching his nose, and the shadow coming from the jungle was getting closer and closer. Han Yun couldn't help but hold the handle around his waist.

The eagle is always heading ahead. He doesn't know that the rumored Shenfu is so easy to be breached, and he doesn't feel how he broke it with his hands. He only remembers that they were just looking for dense fog and crossed a shallow river at the foot of the mountain. There were several rootless duckweeds floating on the water and many lotus flowers rippling beside them.

When the fog clears, it looks like a dream.

Shit, the territory is too big, and it is almost catching up with the palace. When the eagle was looking for a wick, they didn't even see the ghost of Master Tianshui. How does the owner of Tianshui live without a servant to sweep the floor?