C82 Guo Xin will Not Die
The long line was like a noisy stream, rushing all the way from Beihwa City to Little Hua Mountain.
This was the first time Sheng Lianshan had participated in the mountain festival, and he couldn't help but secretly complain about how troublesome it was. He raised his head and looked at the few older Wu Zhuh and some white-haired old men in front of the team