6. Mood
Don't read this chapter. Chapter 4 can be read.
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Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. The appearance of Han Chang's sword training is very beautiful, with a cold wind. The backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And the cold long imperial rule. Standing in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi. Clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that. Sometimes, there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. and was locked up for a whole month in the firewood room. Freedom was finally restored. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. The appearance of Hancho's sword training is very beautiful. With a bitter wind, the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Chang Yu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi. Clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And spring, soon to come. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers in the yard are blooming unusually bright and prosperous, and Han Changyu's body has already improved. It's just that sometimes there is still a pale face that has just recovered from a serious illness. And Han Moyu, who had been locked up in the firewood room for a whole month, finally regained his freedom. His hair had long since turned black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering.
Reverted to black. Han Moyu often secretly ran to see Han Changyu practicing his sword. Han Changyu's sword practice is very beautiful, with a cold wind, and the backyard is often stirred up by him. And Han Changyu stood in the center of the whirlwind stirred up by his own sword qi, his clothes and hair fluttering. (To be continued......)
PS: Don't read this chapter. Chapter 4 can be read