The street, which was originally bustling with activity, was also covered with a layer of desolation at this time. The flying sand kicked up a cloud of dust, and the whole street was covered in a haze.

And on this gray street, the only woman in red clothes looks the brightest. She took off her phoenix crown, her black hair fell down, and her eyes were hidden, looking weird and gloomy.

Under the moonlit night, a flower boat is docked on the lake. Inside the ship, there was singing and dancing, in stark contrast to the desolate scene outside the ship.

The woman, dressed in red, like a ghost, quietly boarded the cabin and looked through the crack in the door.

The man I saw was none other than Ichiro Higashida. ...... at this time

Chapter 144 of "The Pearl of the Drunken Immortal Altar": Hypocrisy, the lonely soul finally descends is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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