C796 Dragon head 2

Shu Luo leaned against the fence. Large beads of sweat dripped from the center of his forehead. He only felt that his palm was desolate, as if it couldn't hold anything.

Rites from the Royal Gardens began to sing.

The summer heat was precisely the time when the fragrance of the flowers filled the air. It was the most suitable time for dancing.

Several female guests swarmed over