The wind blew through the midsummer.
Another year passed slowly.
The thing I worried about in my spare time didn't happen. Everything was as usual. The news about the new Immortal in Shangyang Mansion Newspaper never appeared again. It seemed that he was just a passer-by.
This makes leisure quite slanderous.
What decent people will break through the golden pill in Shangyang City.
There are no third level spiritual channels outside. I have to go to these corners to survive.
Today.
Under the peach tree.
A guest who came back from a long distance paid a visit.
Zhao Jiaduan sat on his side, looked straight at him, and pushed a jade box to his spare time.
"More guests