Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

er another, for fifteen consecutive cries.It seemed like a blooming flower, encasing Jiang Wang within its petals.Each corpse was a petal, and Jiang Wang was like a blossoming flower, raising his head...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！a headache, because inexplicably, he remembered the bitterness: "We are not monks, why do we have to listen to the bell when we wake up"Then Zhong Xuan remained silent for a while before saying, “It w...