A hundred evils rise with the wind, and blood and tears stain the yellow spring!

Silent stone carvings, inexplicable cries.

It seems to be mourning, and it seems to be seeing off.

Su Qingshui saw these lively changes around him, his face was also pale, and he gritted his teeth.

But after a moment of silence, she looked at me with cold eyes.

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