Chapter 8 (2/2)

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In the place where the unreal face cannot be seen, that is, the ink career has been standing in the flying car above the sky.

”Little Lord, have you found anything?”

Jimoya reclined thoughtfully on the comfortable seat, and was not in a hurry to take off the brim cap.

”Not yet.” If there is, it is that the magic mansion lady is a little strange that an ordinary person can control the ant colony? If it was a spiritual master, it would be fine, but she was clearly just a fat girl who couldn't be more ordinary.

”Little Lord, what are we going to do now?”

”The scenery of chuiyun empire is pretty good. Let's stay here for a few days.” Jimo Ya casually played with the gauze on the hat with one hand, revealing half of his chin, which was as fine and perfect as knife cutting. The cold white complexion was also dotted with a little beard residue, which showed his masculinity. The oblique radian showed an incomparable nobleness and elegance.

”Do you want to go to the chuiyun palace? I'm sure they will welcome you with 100000 cents of enthusiasm...” it's no exaggeration. People of Jimo family are honored guests wherever they go.

What's more, the little Lord is the heir of the family.

”Not for the time being. You can get an identity at will.” Jimo is lazy.

”Yes, my subordinates understand.”

The flying car turned into a silver light and landed.

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The place where Mrs. Huan lives is the joy luck house.

Huan Qinyan came out from the woods and picked the grass and leaves hanging on his body. He didn't bother to go back to change his clothes and came here directly.

The women guarding the gate of the joy luck home welcomed her in with a smile.

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