In the early morning, the bright sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, and sprinkled on the body of Shui Qingchen.

With his right hand dragging his cheek and his eyes closed, he lay down in a rocking chair in front of the courtyard for the night.

Squeak –

There was finally movement at the door.

Period...

Chapter 0277 of "Deadly Sanskrit" You dare to underestimate me?! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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