The drizzle is ethereal, and the autumn mood is getting thicker.

Zhou Zhongqing sat alone in the gazebo, the sky outside was gray, and the rain was dripping on the tiles, raising a fine rain mist.

In this environment, the gazebo is extraordinarily quiet, as if the whole world is only the sound of raindrops falling on the leaves and water.

As he opened the lunch box, he kept an eye out for the three incense sticks inserted in the cracks in the stone to prevent them from being doused by the splashing raindrops.

The burning incense sticks waft green

"Kill This Ghost" Chapter 66 The days are just over It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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