romantic flower

In an old house, a group of people were talking in a strange language around a dim light. Among them was a thin-faced man with a monkey as thin as a human squatting on his shoulder.

If Song Yi was here, he would know that these people were the ones he met in Xiaohe Town, but it was different from what he saw at that time. The person sitting in the honorable position among the few people was a person dressed in She was dressed in linen and coarse cloth, but she was actually a fair-skinned woman with a beautiful face.

These people faintly respect this woman, and the old man with withered palms dipped his finger in the teacup from time to time to draw something on the table, and then the man with a thin face and another