The blazing summer is over, and the scorching heat has not disappeared.

The depths of the yellow sand are quiet and windless, and the banners of the liquor shops are hanging and lifeless.

The storyteller sighed, but the paper folding fan was not taken back for a long time, and Shen continued to withdraw from the drum and trumpet of the yellow sand, and slowly raised his eyes, only to find that the room was full of people, sitting, standing, squatting at the door, leaning on the railing...... All expressionless.

"Gone?"

The strong man next to him sat on the table, wiping away tears.

"It's gone."

Mr. Storyteller took a sip of the hot glass of wine.

"And what about later? Turing City is not there, and three thousand silver armor is yellow......

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