The night is already deep, the flowers, birds, fish and insects on the campus are still chirping, and the moon is still hanging high in the night sky.

Zhang Heming was lying on the bed, his hands on his head, thinking that it was all her, he had been upset recently, too many irrelevant things had penetrated into Zhang Heming's mind, Zhang Heming was not...

Chapter 190 of "The Legend of the Strange Pupils of the Years When I Was a Taoist Master" The Demon Dao is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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