The flower tree in the divine realm finally bloomed, the breeze blew, the flowers fell with the wind, Mo Yu lay under the flower tree, his expression was very gentle as Xu, holding the smoke and cloud brocade in his hand, in the meantime, he didn't want to wake up.

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