C172 The Intertwining of Loss

The leaves of the wutong tree in late autumn piled up the entire courtyard. There was a weak light burning in the slightly worn-out house. A few faintly discernible coughs were heard from inside. That faint fragrance was once again emitted from within the house. It was the fragrance Qianxun used to transmit information to tell her that she was very good.

"Intruder of the forbidden area, kill