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In my heart, the small trumpet Xin Lin was wailing.
“If you dare to turn around, I will take off my clothes!”
Just the moment Feng Xi turned around.
Xin Lin had a sudden inspiration and shouted.
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The concubine next to her was shocked.
Xiaolin, isn’t this a hooligan?
At this moment, Concubine Shi also realized that Xin Lin was unwilling to let Monk Fengxi recognize him.
To deal with people like Feng Xi, you have to be a hooligan.
Xin Lin’s black eyes rolled.
Monk Fengxi also had a stiff spine, and his ears turned red.
The touch of the hand is delicate and smooth, and is softer than the best silk.
Feng Xi didn’t have to look back, and he knew that the other party was a woman.
The two were very close, and each other had a very pleasant fragrance on their bodies, and they accidentally penetrated into someone’s nose.
This woman should be very beautiful. He just saw her in the yin and yang road.
“Amitabha, female donor, I have no intention of offending.”
Monk Fengxi pondered.
“No intention to offend, you are still holding my hand!”
Xin Lin snorted.
“Don’t dare, don’t dare.”
Monk Fengxi hurriedly retreated.
But as soon as he pulled his hand, he came to his senses. He hadn’t asked clearly how there were colorful Buddhist beads in his hand!
The slippery hand suddenly pulled away and wanted to escape.
“Slow!”
Monk Fengxi thought of Xin Lin, and the other party was likely to have caught Xin Lin.