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

s heavy."Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!Ye Lingxiao was itching his teeth: "This ugly thing, can't hide anything!""Besides," Ye Qingyu smiled, her smile inherited from Ye Lin...eople of small nations suffer, while the people of great nations live in peace... and so on.He naturally couldn't say this at the patrol department because he, himself, was from a "small country." It...