C311 Domestic Crow

A quiet house, endless darkness.

In the middle of the room, there was a dim yellow candlelight that shone brightly in the darkness, displaying the brilliance of his life.

Tang Weiji hadn't cultivated and he hadn't suffered any injuries, so he didn't need to rest.

Looking at the candle light, he wasn't sure if he was thinking about the Little Fire or not.

That little fellow