The mud hit my face and it was so cold that my eyes pierced my eyes. He knelt down, wiped the mud off his face, and looked at the child: "You are right."
The undead overlord of Wujiang tore off his dragon robe, but gave up the world to...
Ten years later, the stitching of the patchwork was loose - the wind had penetrated it, just like the button she had fastened back then.
