Bang, bang, bang, the rain is still falling, as if it will never stop.

Xia Chun opened his eyes and found that he was still next to the grave, the rain was constantly falling, falling on his body, Xia Chun's whole body was soon wet, his hair became a wet piece, hanging on his face like noodles, and the clothes on his body were also wet and slimy.

Summer and spring are awakened by the cold.

The rain is still falling, and this cemetery is still this cemetery, but Xia Chun knows that he is no longer the Xia Chun before he dreamed. Xia Chun spread out his palm, and there was a small cicada lying on it, and he didn't know when it ran to his palm.

But that little thing is long dead, no longer a living one

"Lan Ruosheng Spring and Summer" Chapter 71 Shine is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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