Walking on both sides of the ancient pages bookshelf on a cool day, he wandered lightly for several hours, still empty-handed.

"Alas!"

Liang Tian sighed lightly, even the huge library is difficult to find a musical ancient page, do you really want to hunt the poetry beast?

Although the hunting range of the poetry beast is extensive, it is a limited resource after all.

At this time, Liang Tian's eyes were blank, and he looked around listlessly, hoping to have some results.

After a while, there was only a row of bookshelves left in the entire library without looking for it, and when I looked at it on a cool day, the entire bookshelf was full of dust, and it seemed that it was a broken bookshelf that had been missing for a long time.

The breeze outside blew immediately, and the shelves swayed, and it looked like they were about to fall......

"Confucianism and Taoism" Chapter 113 Tomorrow, I can play is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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