Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

t with a smile: "It's perfect, I love it."In Qing Jiuye's hand, there was a short bow and an arrow quiver. The quiver was still full of arrows made from the dragonwood tree. He walked in front of Su Q...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ular platform. Hearing a "wind sound" at this moment, it actually took a step back.> The wind died down.A voice, neither male nor female, echoed from within the void: "Did you get rid of it"The voice...