The last trace of red light on the edge of the day faded, the candle in the room had not yet been lit, and Beiming opened his eyes in the fog, as if he was awakened in the middle of the chaotic heaven and earth.

The parched throat was burned by the burning breath, and the night threw the whole room into a great confusion.

The light veils in front of me have all turned into green clouds that crush the city in the dark, and the north is confused......

Chapter 45 of "Hearing that the mountains and seas do not meet" Dreaming of young things in the middle of the night The more I remember, the wetter the peach blossom note is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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