In early spring, the surface of the lake is like a jade plate, and thousands of pearls are sprinkled.

"Spring is a baby-face, and the weather is unpredictable. ”

It was a gray-haired old man who was standing on the tip of the boat in the rain, and there were countless vicissitudes in his eyes, like moldy moss in the deep mountains, with a strong smell of decay.

Behind the old man stood a tall man, burly with short hair.

He avoided the dense spring rain, and only stood in the cabin and asked, "Shizun is about to leave the customs?"

The old man in gray sighed and said, "It's been a long time since you've visited him. ”

Changkong Hao stretched his neck, he looked at the rainy sky, and the lead clouds were like mountains pressing down the sky.

"I've opened my sword......

Chapter 285 of "Drinking the Wind and Snow" The rain is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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