Autumn is bleak, the cool breeze blows the sand, the fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, the slender waist of the green grass is bent, and the candles are left in a silent corner.

The trembling body of the female beggar was rarely quiet, and she let out a choked cry, the sound was so miserable and penetrating, as if she was suffering a painstaking grievance.

Xiaoyao held her silky hand, not knowing how to comfort her, maybe waiting for her to cry well is the best care and comfort.

"Woo!"

Her cry was like a thin needle, piercing the heart of the heart, faster and deeper, and the cicadas chirped softly.

"Is this man a woman begging for his family, it's really wolf-hearted, heavenly......

Chapter 141 of "Ten Thousand Defeated Emperors" Goodbye Cui'er, the past is like the wind is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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