Bluestone bridge deck, carved guardrail.

The west of the bridge is female, the east of the bridge is male, the left yin and the right yang, and the crowds are crowded.

Tie Tang stood on the bridge, as if looking down on the world, and countless wandering spirits around him were flying back and forth, wave after wave, like countless waves of seawater.

Wisps of distracting thoughts floated in, squeezing into Tie Tang's mind.

Each strand contains a huge number of images, which are all the memories of a soul that remain at its last.

His eyes began to fog

Chapter 540 of "The Inspector of Great Commerce" Stranger, how are you? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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