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

n the branches of a tree, shrinking himself as much as possible to minimize exposure. With only his eyes, he watched intently within Fang's mansion.Hold your breath and wait for changes.The wind stir...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！sess that the world’s foremost inner palace would knead my shoulders and rub my back for me…”Jiāng Wàng very considerately patted his back: “Yes, yes! It must be so! Shèng Ge, you worry about things e...