The autumn wind is bleak, and the cicadas are poignant.

The apricot trees that grow in the mountain stream, the green leaves are yellow, and the fallen leaves are elegantly fluttering with the wind, like a layer of gold spread on the ground, and the fragrance is bursting.

The emperor threw it casually, and an antique pavilion appeared, with a dragon carved at the eaves corner, and a three-inch ancient bell in the mouth.

The breeze blew in, bringing a hint of humidity in the air, and also blowing the pavilion ancient bell.

Ding~bell~

The sound of the bell is not dull, but slightly crisp, refreshing and calming.

Chapter 535 The rain has been falling, and the emperor and the emperor are hitting each other, please wait a moment,

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