Yanyu Jiangnan, there is no drizzle, where is there a soul.

Luo Yidao frantically broke out of the Mingyue Temple, and there were pieces of dark clouds piled up in the sky, and suddenly a spring thunder exploded, followed by a light rain the size of mung beans, crackling on the smooth lake and rolling, in the ripples that splashed slightly, many fish wandering at the bottom of the lake came out one after another, greedily sucked a mouthful of spring beauty, and drilled into the lake again. The fisherwoman who fishes, wearing a coat and a hat, and casting a fishing net in her hand, can always catch the whitebait that is not easy to catch.

With the silver glittering, a sound suddenly came from the boat......

"The Burial Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 122 The Mountains and the Cold Water are Crazy The Crazy Man is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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