A pear tree is full of frost, the same month with ice.

There was a faint purple underneath the dark robes, and the blood stained the ink crimson.

They returned to the courtyard in the quiet, and there was a hint of black.

The wet clothes of both of them carried the cold of deep winter.

Ying Zheng has been walking on the blade for many years in his early years, and he rarely has such a gaffe tonight.

The sandalwood incense was continued in the room, and the Yuehua Dynasty was long talked, and the old people were unharmed.

In the greenhouse, the waiter has warmed the tub

Chapter 182 of "Xi Youhehua, Dressed as the Daughter of the First Emperor" Blowing through the pear frost is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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