C447 Moisture Department Huang Tianping Road
hygroma
Ran six, four minutes, four minutes and seven minutes.
The water in the copper pot dripped drop by drop, but no sound could be heard. Chen Ping closed his eyes as the water in his mind constantly changed. Every drop of water drop, there would be sixteen thousand eight hundred and seventeen changes.
In the secret room stood four old men.
East garden official Tang Shou
