Outside, the snow mixed with fine ice comes from the canopy, and through the peach blossom paper, the house is still cloudy and bright, and the howling of the winter wind and the sound of carbon fire in the lavender cage are mixed together, which is different and warm.

The young man lowered his eyes, his thick crow feather eyelashes held deep narrow eyes, the shadow receded, and his sword eyebrows frowned,...

"Your Majesty is super hard to coax after blackening" Chapter 340: You are not what I think You are hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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