Yan Sheng and Fu Zhan went home directly after leaving, the road was brightly lit, the traffic was endless, looking up, there were a few sparse stars hanging in the night sky, there were no stars, no full moon, only a piece of black and a few points of starry, Yan Sheng suddenly felt that the night was lonely.

The windows are slightly open, and the night breeze blows in through the cracks in the windows, and the cool breeze blows on the face, passing through the body, and the slightest coolness soaks the whole body, and autumn may be coming.

Yan Sheng said calmly

"One Phase is in the Middle" eighty-four: Fanghua is passing away is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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