Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

gled to lift her upper body, glanced at something, and immediately wanted to lie back down.That “bowl” was already very crudely carved, at best just a pitted stone. As for the soup... if that multicol...eak, one must exert every ounce of strength. The state of Zhuang has no right to remain.So now the entire Xin'an City is unprecedentedly weak, and it doesn't even have enough troops to maintain basic...