C390 Chinese Rhododendron Seed

Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeated to 97

On top of the wooden bed, Jian Ning'er's eyes were filled with tears, looking lifeless.

From the moment the jade juice ignited the ancestral hall's altar, Zhang Xian already knew that he had been deceived by the plain and simple matter of the temple.

How could that Yu Jue be the inherited treasure of the Jian Family