"My mouth is a bit dry, could you pour me a glass of water" Bai Aoxue said to the child who called herself Mu Mian.,I don't know how your mother taught you when she died, to be uncontested, uneager, and unwilling to take. That would be a place of peace.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。