classification:xianxia |
author:bite fire |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-29 17:35:18) |
In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,It turned out to be a head that had been severed and then sewn back together.,Just now, Chen Pi was scared by the black stitches on the neck of the female corpse.。