Leng Qianyue, who was asleep, moved unsteadily, her brows frowned, and she seemed to be quite tired in her dream.

Helan Yunlian's arm was gently circled, allowing Leng Qianyue to lie comfortably on his chest.

Time is so quiet, two people are just relying on each other like this, already...

"Three Lives Immortal Journey for the King" extra: The wind rises, and the blood-stained duckweed in the troubled times (one hundred and twenty-nine) is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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