The cold wind blows the day, and the ghost fire is chaotic at dusk.

The cold wind whistled like a bayonet, even if it was Suxing in the south, it still couldn't withstand the cold in the wind at night, and the air was filled with the chill of winter, and Jiang Lanxi put on the fluffy coat taken out of the house again.

Liang Zhaoqing still closed his eyes and recuperated, Jiang Lanxi covered the robe on his body for him, and his face suddenly froze in place, Jiang Lanxi's gaze moved down at Liang Zhaoqing's eyebrows.

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Chapter 110 of "Treading the River" The situation is not quite right is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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