There are mountains behind the mountains, which stretch into mountains.

The sunset is gone, and the four fields are slightly blank.

The carriage drove slowly on the mountain path, and the quiet autumn night was only the chirping of cicadas, accompanied by the whipping of the groom, which was long and long.

The middle-aged man frowned, leaned his cheek in one hand, and silently looked out the car window, constantly recalling in his mind the mysterious man in white shirt he saw under the willow tree a few hours ago.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't help but close my eyes and mutter

"Fairy, Please Be Reserved" Chapter 103 The ghost in the painting, the ghost in the window? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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