
About This Novel
Chasing Ling Yunzhi For nine turns, I miss the bamboo and know the deep leaves, and the rain hits the pavilion to ask about my love and sorrow. Xiao Feng didn't know the color, so he turned the spring into ice. On the battlefield, the troops are ordered into formation, and the war drums are beating out what is in their hearts. Holding a silver spear and regretting the mountains and rivers is like holding the bones of a wife at home. Author: Lu Daixiong This time it hit Europe, and the brothers praised it.
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