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

wn.Hai Zongming suddenly turned around: "I got you!"The Taoist art, which had been secretly brewing for a long time, suddenly erupted. Countless water droplets formed countless strands of beads, insta...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！his network of contacts, the books he should have read, the skills he should have practiced... All these things, he simply ignored them all.In an ordinary afternoon, she put on a moonlit narrow-sleeve...