Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

d, imitating a rooster's morning call, should have been the most vigorous and yang-filled.However, the voice of this chicken bone face was sharp and strange, twisting and grating on the ears.Suddenly,...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ was still badly shaken. It simply sat on the ground, muttering aimlessly.Of these people, only Suchi stood amidst the corpses of snakes, silent and unspeaking.Jiang Wang glanced at him and didn't say...