Chapter 77 77 77 Go to your door!

In the evening, the sun is like blood, west of Nulang City, in a quiet and elegant courtyard.

"Modan, what's going on outside?"

Morocco sat at the stone table in the yard at night, with red hair and shawls, blue eyes, white and delicate palms holding up the cup, gently wiping a mouthful, and then raising his eyes to the figure just coming in opposite. That is a middle-aged woman, the same red hair and blue eyes, although about 40 years old, but still charm.

Hearing the words of Morning Night, the middle-aged woman named Mordan laughed and chanted, "Everything is just...