At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.

"It's not right, it's not right, I haven't figured it out if there's a problem."

Q Cheng really couldn't answer Qing Youji, so he could only start from scratch about the tragedy of this troupe.

At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.

"It's not right, it's not right, I haven't figured it out if there's a problem."

Q Cheng really couldn't answer Qing Youji, so he could only start from scratch about the tragedy of this troupe.

At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.

"It's not right, it's not right, I haven't figured it out if there's a problem."

Q Cheng really couldn't answer Qing Youji, so he could only start from scratch about the tragedy of this troupe.

At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.

"It's not right, it's not right, I haven't figured it out if there's a problem."

Q Cheng really couldn't answer Qing Youji, so he could only start from scratch about the tragedy of this troupe.

At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.

"It's not right, it's not right, I haven't figured it out if there's a problem."

Q Cheng really couldn't answer Qing Youji, so he could only start from scratch about the tragedy of this troupe.

At the entrance of the tea, the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the various pictures in front of the orange were like a marquee, and finally connected with the soul memory of Yuxi resurrected in the ancestral hall into a complete story.

Wen Cheng saw the whole story clearly, opened his eyes suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the cup rang, the two people on the stage stopped singing, and were driven off the stage by the people who came up from the backstage, and there was jubilation on the stage but no one sang.

"Is the tea good? If I apologize to her, who can apologize to me? She's the first to die, yes, but what about me? Am I not the ghost of the dead at her hand? ”

Qing Youji saw the reaction of asking Cheng to look at the stage sluggishly, knowing that she saw everything he wanted her to see, and asked her rhetorically.

The memory in Ask Orange's brain is chaotic, she has begun to have some confusion in her thinking, and she can't distinguish the difference between good and evil, everyone's starting point is to live, but the things they do are all evil things, and who is right and who is wrong cannot be defined at all.