C318 Qing Qiu

Article 318. Autumn Festival

The gentle female voice from afar naturally belonged to Xiang Zhu.

However, compared to her usual weak voice, Xiang Zhu's voice now had a bit more firmness.

True Lord Pesha put down her palm and looked at Xiang Zhu. Her eyes were filled with gentleness and longing.

With his means, he naturally knew that Xiang Zhu, who had just died in pieces