Lotus Bones Zhang Family in Lotus Tower

Zhang Shuqing fell from the bloody whirlpool of the bronze door and fell into the cold snow and mud outside Yangzhou City. >The bronze ghost seal on his back burned like a branding iron, and the old wound on his shoulder cracked, staining half of his tattered clothes red. >Before she lost consciousness, she tightly clutched a poison-quenching silver needle in her sleeve - it was the last dignity of the "abandoned blood" lineage. >Until a hand with the fragrance of herbs brushed away the messy hair from her forehead: "Fox, I'm afraid there won't be any extra food for today."