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The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

A few first chapters your tears are weak and wounded

The autumn glow shines through the gaps in the leaves on the blooming chrysanthemum petals, and the golden wind blows through it, revealing a faint fragrance. A shout came from the vermilion brick wall, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was kicking a leather ball with pheasant feathers in the courtyard.

"Kick it in, quick!" A young man in a red brocade robe shouted to another young man in a khaki coarse cloth robe, "Rub the master again and kick your dog's legs!"

"Give it to the young master!"

"Quickly pass it to the young master!"

Several other teenagers dressed in the same khaki coarse cloth helped together, maybe it was the panic of being shouted, maybe it was the scattering of footwork, the child in yellow who was shouted stepped on the ball with one foot, grabbed the air in the air with both hands, and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Stupid thing!" The red brocade robe ran over and kicked it on the rolling ball, the ball seemed to have eyes, and slammed into the stomach of the yellow-clothed young man who fell to the ground, and bounced back to the feet of the red brocade robe, the yellow-clothed young man frowned, but he didn't say anything, he knew that if he made a sound, this little overlord would definitely not be finished, and the ball would fly again.

"Don't pretend to be a bad seed, get up quickly!" the young man in red scolded with a smile. The young man in yellow quickly got up, his hands fluttering the ash on his buttocks.

Several children scrambled again, and one of them kicked the ball into the nearby bushes with force.

"Go pick it up!" shouted the young man in red to the other boys.

Another teenager reluctantly ran towards the bushes, just arrived at the edge of the bushes, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he saw a pale bloodless face, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him, a cold feeling drilled into his heart, he subconsciously retreated, but his body couldn't move involuntarily, he could only open his mouth wide, and he couldn't shout any syllable of "Uh-huh-oh-oh", paused for about ten seconds, and finally a fragmented voice shouted out of his broken throat:

"Hell_", then turned and fled backwards like crazy.

The young man in red grabbed him with an arrow, "What's the matter!

Erniu's face turned pale, and he said breathlessly: "Shao...... Few...... Master, there are ghosts! Ghosts! There are ghosts in the bushes!"

When several teenagers heard this, they were a little afraid, only the young man in red looked fearless.

"Don't be afraid, I've been playing here all the time, I've never seen a ghost, I want to see if this ghost is the same as the ghost in the attic in the backyard!"

The other children felt cold when they heard him mention the attic at the back, they were frightened by the ghosts in the attic since they were children, and every time they were naughty and cried and didn't sleep, the adults would say, "If you don't behave, let the ghosts in the attic take you away!" So they quickly sucked up the snot that flowed out, put away the tears that came out of it, and obediently obeyed.

The young man in red tightened his belt and strode towards the bushes, pushing aside the low flowers and grabbing something.

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