The high-pitched or exhilarating tune "babbling" came.

Mo Fanyan sat under the stage, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc, and his dark and clear eyes looked at the opera on the stage without blinking.

Although it was a little boring at first, if you put your mind to it, at least it wasn't special...

Chapter 490 of "The First Proud Poisonous Concubine": I'm afraid that my brain is not enough to hit my hand, please wait for a while,

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