C335 Apoplexy

The old road was long and pavilion, the grass was fragrant and luxuriant. Red makeup, charm all living things.

Looking at the seductive figure in the pavilion from afar, the corner of Mo Li's mouth curled up into an evil smile.

The woman was playing a zither. It was a very melodious melody, unlike the slow and hurried flurry of the Requiem. The jumping notes were more like a sorrowful room