Under the blood moon, on the top of the Wolf's Tooth Mountain, a perfect face lay quietly in the ice coffin, cold eyes, thin lips pursed, eyes closed, and the eyelashes of the show swept over his white skin, but there was no half of blood.

I slowly stretched out my hand, my fingers firmly attached to the ice, tracing his outline, my eyes slightly lowered, my silver-white eyelashes slightly obscuring my eyes, as if I didn't need to admit that he was dead......

"Dusty ...... It's time to wake up......"

I said softly, and the voice I made was afraid that I was already stunned and didn't dare to speak, but I called him like this every day, this ......

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Can't Ask for It" Chapter 67 The Soul Umbrella is being hit in his hand, please wait a moment,

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