Bing Jie Tian Yuan

Outside Chenjia Village, the Chenjia River is full of beautiful fish and plump fish. There is no trace of dust in the temple, and people are wasting their time in silence due to thunder. Overnight, the familiar sky was still there, but there was no familiar person... "Xiaoguang, although your surname is Chen, you are not Chen from Chenjia Village. There is no one in Chenjia Village now, so you shouldn't stay." The village chief looked at the thirteen-year-old child in front of him with an inexplicable look in his eyes. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.