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

is fist.At this moment, Zhuang Gao Xian deeply felt.Every drop of water, every inch of space here bears the mark of Song Hengjiang.He has protected this waters for hundreds of years, he is Qingjiang,... different""I don't care about them, don't worry about their feelings. Their mouths are just stupid.">Ye Qingyu raised her chin slightly, "Is that so""It's true, Ye Daoist," Jiang Wang clasped his han...