I looked at the people in the purple jade mirror platform, the left cheek seemed to be rotten to the bone, hideous and terrifying, and there were indeed white and bloodless lips like ischemia under the bridge of the nose. I, Concubine An Tian, who was born outside the world, was somehow reincarnated in a waste wood with a depleted dantian. I thought it was a few old men from outside the world who were ghosts, but the dreams that came and went made me feel uneasy, was something happening outside the sky? Still is? "Yun Wange, you ugly waste, if you hit the wall and die, ...... Won't go to that shameful show! "Don't think about it, let's ask the person in front of me to leave first, because the fragrance on her body is too pungent...