C191 Removing silver needle(2)

Xiao Yiyan rolled over and over, continuously giving birth to new ideas before overthrowing himself. He was both conflicted and conflicted.

The color of the summer sun had always come earlier than usual. When the bright red rising sun had leapt out of the eastern pasture, the chirping of the birds had already woken Xiao Yiyan up.

In fact, he had only slept for four to four hours. However