C511 The beautiful woman played the lute(5)

When they were alive, they were rich and powerful. They didn't feel that it was a good thing and hadn't learned to cherish it yet.

When life is suspended in the abyss, at any time, will die, rolling over from the soup pot of desire. How could he not be overly ordinary and feel regret?

A gust of cold wind blew through the empty space. The tiger's roar and ape's cry echoed through the air