| 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 two scoundrels who came at night to steal corpses and make money from the dead.,"You little beast, get lost! Running around in the middle of the night through these desolate mountains and graveyards, deliberately trying to scare your old master!"。