Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

tree, only mountains and snow. There were no markers either.>Looking up, the sky is a deep blue, like a giant, flawless mirror embedded in the heavens.There were no clouds, no sun, and the light came...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！tatue of Jiu Fan Hou.While Ma Xiong, who was more adept at investigations, had already strode forward, yanking the purple robe off Jiu Fanghou's shoulders!Thus, everyone who entered the Spirit Shrine...