The girl in red walked up from the setting sun and led his horse.

The sunset hung like blood on the edge of the desert, and the girl's clothes were redder than the sunset, as if they had been conjured out of it. There was a white jade flute around her waist, which was so white and cold that it seemed to have a layer of frost as it swayed with the edge of her skirt.

She's going to Zuiyanju, a place where anything can be. The gambler thinks it's a casino, the wanderer thinks she's an inn, the prostitute thinks it's a brothel, and the drunkard thinks it's a winery. I don't know what the girl thought of it, she just walked to the door of the drunken house and handed the reins in her hand to the groom.

The groom took the reins, and it was supposed to ......

Chapter 140 of "The Immortal as a Master" The mind is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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