The clothes he wore in winter were already heavy, and as soon as he fell into the water, it was no different from holding a huge boulder and sinking into the water by himself, and King Zong only felt that he couldn't even throw his arms and legs, and let himself lose consciousness in the cold and biting groginess.

When the person woke up again, he was already lying on the soft bed in the inn, and the room was full of medicinal gas.

The white porcelain spoon contained a thick brown liquid that was allowed to be placed on his lips. King Zong thought that he was at home, and it was Tang Xueling who fed the medicine, and he wanted to take the opportunity to eat a few handfuls of tofu, but when he looked at the white porcelain spoon with his white hands, he saw a beautiful but old-fashioned face.

drooping eyebrows, the corners of the mouth are not raised, and the hair is ......

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