C73 If You Give Birth I will Not Give Birth

In the rainy season, the sky seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and the drizzle fell from the sky. Qing Yue Town was no longer as lively and noisy as before. Every household was locked up in their houses, and the streets were particularly lonely.

At the entrance of the town, a monk in a white robe with delicate features walked in. His white shoes were inlaid on the green stone slab