Chapter 1842: Explosion

auty of the music, which gently soothed his emotions and weariness, releasing them slowly but surely."The west wind blows upon the old Dongting Lake, and a night's worth makes many more white hairs fo...."How many people died" Li Chen asked."There were as many as seven thousand six hundred people." Sanzhao answered with a gritted teeth."Not bad, fewer deaths than last year's disaster." Li Chen sneer...