C3944 Linzhu Ling

The next day, at 7:30 pm, Dongfang Qingyu had finished washing up, but the sky outside the window was filled with black clouds, a storm was raging, it was like the dark night, and there was no sign of daytime at all. If it was a normal day, the sun would have already been shining brightly.

The typhoon didn't decrease, but grew stronger and stronger. Outside the courtyard