Chapter 672 Anchor

ing.Qin Sang sat on the ground in a nonchalant posture, his palms resting on his cheeks, savoring this rare sense of contentment. Lighthearted moments are always fleeting, and the road ahead is still...he tiny body of the Tianmu butterfly was like a bottomless pit, swallowing white mist with its large mouth, never seeming to be satisfied.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to transl...