In Mo Mansion, the sun without temperature shone into Mo Ziheng's bedroom, and the atmosphere that filled the room slowly dissipated. The empty wine jars tumbled haphazardly on the floor, and the laundry scattered around the bed, all recounted the madness of last night.

Mo Ziheng clenched his fist with his hand and hammered the forehead, and his headache was splitting. A hangover is really not a good thing.

Yesterday, after Mo Ziheng attended the wedding of Princess Yule and Mu Shizi, he locked himself in the room and never came out again. Nuan Yan knew that Mo Ziheng was longing for Yule, but for various reasons, he couldn't say it. Watching Yule get married, of course he felt uncomfortable. But the pain in his heart is no less than that of Mo Ziheng, especially ......

"The Rebirth of the Sand Sculpture Demon Emperor" eighty-eighth, drunk and disorderly sex is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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