Chapter 387 Death, Life. (Wanzi Geng, ask for a monthly pass!)

The moon shines on Kyushu.

Yard 95, Nanluogu Lane, the middle door of the north room is wide open.

The cool night wind blew into the cage, making the drunk silly pillar drunk with sweat.

Li Yuan did not change his face. He took the hot tea from Huaihua with a smile and nodded.

Sophora japonica is also graceful and graceful, inheriting her mother's excellent appearance. Fortunately, she did not inherit her mother's invincible appearance day by day. Maybe it is because she has learned a lot from books, but it may not be the time

Silly Column's sideburns have turned white. Looking at Li Yuan, he said: "Brother, I have never met any good luck in my life. When I was young

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