“……”

White Horse Academy.

On the cloister at the highest point of the Wangshan River Tower.

The old man in a dark loose robe, half-leaning, holding a book in his hand.

A long black hair is pressed behind the head by a hosta, and there is an occasional chance that the hair will fall down, but it is not messy, but there is a sense of freedom and ease.

The eyes are deep, and there is a face with the wind and frost precipitated by the years.

"Roar!" At this moment, the sound of dragon groans suddenly sounded in my ears

Chapter 158 of "I Live Forever by Writing Books": Ye Youran arrived. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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