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

ting these questions aside for now, Jiang Wang looked at the bell dangling in her hand and asked, "Did you spread the plague with this little bell"The snakebone-faced man bowed his head and wrote a "y...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！utched a small sword formed from condensed clouds in one hand and, with the other, pinched his fingers together, assuming a stance. He darted back and forth between the spirit tablets of the successiv...