When the last sunset on the horizon melts into the dark twilight, the mountains and attics all show the outline of blue and daisy, and the twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic and confused.

Tomorrow is the day when Bai Lu enters the palace to face the saint, and it is also the day when she prepares to confront the witch king. So, she slept restlessly that night.

She also had a strange dream in which a hunchbacked old woman with gray hair was telling a story to a delicate little girl in a fine costume—

"Xianjun, please let me go."

"Impossible."

"Immortal Monarch ......"

The man condescendingly looked down at the woman kneeling at his feet, "You are the white crane under this seat." ”

"Mei Zhongxiang" 269 - Biluo who divides the right to create is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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