There is a kind of cold called Granny thinks you're cold, and there's an awkwardness called Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
But there's a kind of showdown called diss.ing, with the Big Boss Dad appearing in seconds.
Qin Yu turned her face to see Emperor Donghuang and the Zen Master. The former was majestic and calm, domineering and cold, like a divine figure sculpted with feathers, while the latter was elegant and gentle, with ultimate clarity, like a hidden fairy in the Bamboo Forest by the azure sea.
At first glance, without exchanging looks with the two, Qin Yu naturally and gracefully revealed a joyful, dependent, shy, gentle, longing, delicate, lamenting yet reticent 6+1 combined pool version of a white lotus mode emoji smile.
No need to say more, just look at my eyes.
Isn't it sincere, aren't you moved?!
—Do you dare to act?
The Golden Wall sneakily stabbed her.
Qin Yu ignored him, only indulging in her high point of survival performance.
