"You can call me Ouyang Ting, or you can call me... Weiming..." The Holy Spirit looked at Jing Daoxian and said lightly.


    Jing Daoxian was slightly startled, looked at the Holy Spirit up and down, and smiled strangely after a while: "Ouyang Ting, Ouyang Ting, you are really pathetic, you have been calculating for a lifetime, but in the end you made a wedding dress for someone else. Weiming, you are six The unnamed **** created by the clan?"


    "There''s no wedding dress to speak of, Ouyang Ting is Weiming, and Weiming is Ouyang.


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