Following.

The sun rises in the east, and the morning light is brilliant.

An open pavilion very close to the crescent spring, surrounded by corridors on all sides, Qihua Yao grass, lush and thick.

Mo Jiudi sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, holding the latest information sent by the spies in his left hand, and holding a string of serpentine wood bracelets in his right hand...

Chapter 0157 He, It's My Light I'm hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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