"Damn, what's that trembling sound?"
"Taking off armor? Why take off armor?"
"I never thought Bao Gucheng was this kind of Bao Gucheng!"
The little crow was indignant.
Then, with a face full of righteousness, it said to Zuzi, "Ancestor, since Bao Gucheng is such a flirt, don't hold back, just deal with him, drain all his Spiritual Energy, hmph!"
Unlike the little crow's intense reaction.
Zuzi listened lazily to the tune, smiling with arched brows: "It's not written by Xiao Chenger."
Little crow: "Huh?"
Isn't this the new library Bao Gucheng built, with the precious books he airlifted here?
The notes that fell from the book must be his, right?
Zuzi's expression was indifferent: "This is a woman's handwriting."
The little crow blinked its round, raven-like eyes: "Ancestor, how can you tell? ... Oh, Xiao Jin understands now, this pink paper, this delicate handwriting, indeed doesn't match Bao Gucheng's bold male style at all. Xiao Jin wrongly blamed him!"
