There is no muchu flute in bed.

The mattress beside him was not at all warm, and it seemed that he had been out of bed for a long time.

Where did she go in the evening?

Suddenly in my mind came the trembling phone of Mu Chudi. I guessed who was calling that phone.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and Hawthorne wanted to get up. However, the pain in his body became stronger and stronger. He just moved his finger, and the cells howled painfully.

The man's deep eyes were full of firmness, and Hawthorne stood up with the pain in his body.

For Huo Mui,...