lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.,Just as I stepped out, a sudden gust of cold wind hit me, piercing straight into my neck.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。