deep in the bamboo forest, the door of the house is closed, and the moonlight sprinkled on the four corners of the window lattice lights up the house without half a candle. From the door of the hut, a hundred meters away is the fence. If Yang Zhen's breath is hidden and there is fire in the hut, it should be alchemy.

the land dust throws away the confused thoughts, sits in the middle of the house, and realizes everything inside and outside the wangduanfeng bamboo forest. It's a long time before I put my mind down.

Murong Yuxi's words still linger in his mind, which can't be completely dispersed,...