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

ce had a long face and a high nose. He sat there straight as an iron rod, clearly a highly disciplined person.And sitting opposite him, in plain clothes, with a confident gaze, was Wen Lianmu, the adj...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！ou wanted to run, you couldn't escape. Don't make things harder on yourselves.It's probably the experience of Wù Qùjì and Sū Jì seeing Qīng Bāzhī and running away that reminded her of this sentence.Si...