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

t red, archaic-looking incense from his bosom and offered it to Zhao Lang, "Quick!"Of course, he always carried flint with him, and was even familiar with the art of fire walking. But he was still not...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！ve knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a headache from being constantly bothered.The way she deliberately spoke in broken sentences, releasing the news little by little, was a subtle form of "retalia...