The ethereal peak in July, the grass is deep, and the cicadas are singing lonely. As the wind blows, scattered fireflies will fly up from the rotting grass and slowly fly deeper into the night.

The moon in the mortal world is not as big and gorgeous as the moon in the heavenly palace, nor is it thin and hazy like the moon in the demon world. It hangs like a delicate jade in the sky, allowing the floating clouds to wander away, sprinkling the clear light all over the earth.

Xi Ye sat in the courtyard in front of the tiled house, dressed in a white Tsinghua dress full of moonlight.

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"Three Lives and Three Worlds of Immortals" Chapter 65: The palm lotus is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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