Beloved little goldf

The young aunt's attire was rather peculiar. She wore a bleached white daoist robe, a wooden hairpin adorned her bun, and she held a talisman in her left hand while a sword rested in her right. Behind her, she carried an unfamiliar seven-star sword.,The police officer instantly felt a surge of maternal love, wishing he could just kiss Su Wanwan on the face.,Following his gaze, about seven or eight paces away, a gaunt vulture was pecking at the carcass of a wild dog. It occasionally looked around with vigilance.。