In Lorentz Castle, there were also piles of various models of mobile phones and computers.
Having money is synonymous with being willful.
["Hmm, you can send me the information first, and I'll take a look."]
After replying, Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of grilled chicken wings.
Fu Yunshen sat down as well.
In the room, Foo Chen was the only one who felt very uncomfortable.
The old lady finished the barbecue and walked away leisurely, almost forgetting to take the Little Medicine Boy with her.
Only then did Foo Chen catch his breath, wrapped his clothes around himself, and suppressed his voice to the lowest level, "Great Master, the Tea Saint isn't one of your disciples too, is she?"
"No," Ying Zijin picked up a skewer of chicken wings, "She's just passed a hundred years in age."
"That's good, that's good," Foo Chen patted his chest and took a deep breath in relief, "Great Master, do you have any other disciples?"
