Sikong Ling said "um" in a daze, and suddenly felt that his realm was high, and praised him: "Little relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and said I was writing code. The monk sweeping the floor was indeed at a high level."

Dong Xie slapped the monk on the forehead and joked: "** is worth a thousand gold at a moment, get up and type the code after all."

Sikong Ling suddenly said resolutely: "Senior Brother, I'm here!" He changed the group's business card with lightning speed: Wuhua.

Feng Qingyang frowned and said, "You want to be a demon monk, too? But this seems to be a real demon monk, are you sure? We are from the knights."

Sikong Ling: "Is Ouyang Feng a knight?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, and the monk sweeping the floor was connected again: "It's good and evil. In a moment of thought, why should the donor Feng be attached?"

Sikong Ling smiled and said, "Well, you said it! Zuo Qianhuang, Qingcang, and you have no flowers in your heart!"

Xi Du, who was drinking water, squirted out and said happily: "It turns out that you are the beautiful flowers of Asian and Africans!"

That night, the knights discussed the technical structure of Wei·Bo all night long, while the three girls were sleepy and went to Sikongling's big bed together. The most pitiful one was of course Lin Mu, who fought monsters alone until dawn...

Sikong Ling is not much better, his mind is full of Wang Yuyan's beautiful figure and voice:

A shameless sigh

A careless concern

One is the moon in the water

One is the flower in the mirror

I want to have it in my eyes

How many tears

How to withstand the autumn flows until the winter ends

Spring flows to summer
Chapter completed!