lt;White Bone Demong

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.,The corpse was strikingly beautiful, just her face was abnormally pale. This being a dead person is quite normal. She was dressed in a crimson robe as a burial garment.,“Brother Chuanzi, didn't you tell me to smash it Now, what are we going to do”。