rst encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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After updating the content, please refresh the page to get the latest update!While exploring, Lu Cheng gazed at the table, lost in thought.The Peach Blossom Spring.What a poetic name.In the realm of beautiful imagination, it should be at ease and detached from worldly affairs....