The cool stream, flowing slowly, but with the light of the moon reflected in it, a few people broke the night that should have been silent not far from the stream.

A few birds streaked across the dilapidated pavilion and let out a few cries of kinship, as if lamenting the noise of the men, and knocked out what they should have been sleeping peacefully.

In that pavilion, because of the intrusion of the wind, the dust that had been loaded for an unknown amount of time was blown down to the messy ground that no one cleaned, but time passed again, and some dust was to be shaken off again from the already dangerous pavilion.

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"Glimpses of the Lake" The sword and sword shadow are not my wish Chapter 91 The floor is cracking The beads are being hit, please wait a moment,

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