belt. White shirt with pleats from top to bottom, hidden buttons, and a black bow tie. 。Under the lights, the most dazzling thing was his purple velvet-textured dress shirt. The collar was jet black,...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. 。is best to suppress his emotions, "Your Majesty Qilin, please don't rush to die..." 。To be honest, I only heard your side of the story about you and my grandmother at first. But now that you're desper...