The waning moon is dark, the sky and the earth are reckless, the carriage is bumpy and shaking all the way, and it takes a moment before it enters the flat ground, and the speed of the car is sudden.

The sky is ethereal, faintly white, and the thin clouds are like blood-stained, red, and secretly gather to the distant horizon, just as dawn breaks.

In the car, Ye Tingfeng and Murong Qian sat opposite each other, slightly cramped, Murong Qian wanted to sit outside the car with Long Yangjun, but when he was fighting, he forgot that his left arm was injured, so he used the usual left hand to conceal the weapon, so that the wound was torn, and when he found it, the blood stains had penetrated the sleeves, and the wound was inevitably infected, and he was thrown into the car by Long Yangjun, called "rest".

Murong Qian lowered his eyes and looked at the neatly beheaded ...... under his feet

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