Mother Mo made black-bone chicken soup today. So a white slender soft like a dandelion general feather fluttering, and finally slowly fell on the head of Mu Rulan, Moqian people staring at it, and then look at Mu Rulan who is still racking his brains to think about where to go next, the heart can not help but slightly some ripples open, so lovely.. "Did I lose?" Mu Rulan see Mo Qian people do...