At the beginning of the day, the sky gradually darkened.

The streets are eerily silent, and the Christmas church, where children are devoid of play, stands alone in the night, and the black silhouette is solemn and eerie against the camphor branches.

There was not a single star in the sky, and the typhoon roared and swept around, tearing and throwing the thin leaves into the air.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing," Song Qitang got out of the car......

"Searching" Chapter 415 The moon is dark and the wind is high in the hand, please wait a while,

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