"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom."

"The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to have a home."

When the little princess of the rising sun was born, it was expected by all the people, and she was delivered by a priest of high virtue.

The priest, holding the crying baby in his arms, walked to the wall of the Rising Sun and held it high.

It is clearly late autumn, and the pond is full of lotus flowers. A pair of phoenixes are wandering in the sky, never willing to leave, everything is an auspicious omen.

The subjects cheered and applauded as they celebrated the birth of their little highness, which was the desire of the people.

But in the midst of the bustling crowd, there was a young man who looked out of place, and he wore a crimson ......

"God He is jealous again" Chapter 180: Coveting is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!