The red sun is rising, and the sky is scorching.

The autumn wind was raging, the wind swept the fallen leaves and wrapped around the robe, Chu Zige woke up from the low case and rubbed his blackened eyes.

Last night, I picked up the lamp and grabbed the novel to write a novel, and before I knew it, I fell asleep, and I don't know where I ended up writing.

He ripped off the rice paper that had stuck to his cheek and washed the ink off his face in front of the mirror.

The small courtyard was unusually quiet, and I don't know if it was the tone of the palace embroidery painting last night

"Fairy, Please Be Reserved" Chapter 106 The corpse has not decomposed for seven days, and there is a young child watching its soul is being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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