The night was very quiet, and the faint moonlight fell on Qixia City.

Bai Weng took Ji Fanyin to a very remote narrow alley.

The people who live here are poor people who live in poverty.

The stalls that have been set up for decades are still in business, selling wontons.

White Weng...

Chapter 0563 of "Killing Sanskrit" In the most bitter days I am in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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