The wind blows the clothes, Lang Jun Yurong is bright, and his demeanor is like a vulgar god, from the Vermilion Bird Bridge, leisurely walking, carrying the wind Shi Shiran to come.

Along the road and the hem of his white-robed robe, there were manzhu sawa plants at some point, blooming into a fiery and gorgeous, red and unique.

The words at that time echoed in my ears-

"Manju Sawa is a flower that voluntarily throws itself into hell. Although he has not been blessed, he has an incomparable beauty. ”

He was like a step from heaven

"After Withdrawing from My Parents, My Fiancé Was Attacked by Me" Chapter 128 The breath is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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