The Storm King - Chapter 49: His Name

Yuanbao was born in ancient times, the only girl in three generations, the nickname is Jiaojiao, the big name is Bao, this is a proper script for the group favorite heroine.

However, Zhuangzi next door suddenly came to the young lady of the high official’s family in the city.

This young lady is a direct descendant, but her mother passed away early, her father continued, and the young lady was not welcomed, so she was sent out of the city.

“There is an ominous foreboding!”

Yuan Bao thought so.

“Little sister, you see how pitiful the little sister is, can’t you be a little sympathetic?”

A brother looked at the lady next door with pity on his face.

Yuanbao raised his hand and a pot lid flew over: “People are pitiful? They don’t have to worry about food and clothing, do they need you to be pitiful?”

“Good fight!”

Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, many brothers, clapped their hands together.

A certain young lady is knowledgeable and reasonable, and said, “Being habitual is like killing a child. Your sister needs to be well educated!”

“roll!”

A brother stared directly, “My little sister is beautiful and kind, which one likes her?”

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She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.

I opened my eyes to find myself in another world. For some odd reason, I ended up as a sword. Before my eyes laid a plain full of magic beasts, and so, I launched my body and flew in search of a partner, a wielder (females only).

An obscure restaurant in an ordinary street? The cursed thing sealed in the steel city? Reverse the mysterious time-space history of confusion? …

From the moment he was able to see the “ID” and “Blood Bar”, Gu Mo thought that his way of opening was wrong. He was determined to return to the world of normal people and not be dragged down by his own imagination and hallucinations.

However, the painting style of the everyday world is still breaking down day by day, and the broken daily life is becoming more and more magnificent day by day, and he found that something was a little wrong.

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