The night in the cold palace was extraordinarily silent, the breeze passed through the alleys, and the cracks in the leaky houses would make a slight but obvious whistling sound, and as soon as it was dark, Mo Xin pulled the quilt and went to bed, full of cranky thoughts.

The room was pitch black, there was no light, the doors and windows were closed, and no moonlight came in, and it was only about eight or nine o'clock, and it was dark and there were no fingers.

It was too early, Murshin couldn't sleep, and sat on the bed with the quilt, and a head sticking out of the quilt, a plate

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