C403 With a Single Word It Troubled Me for a Hundred Years
After returning to his residence, Xue Lang hurriedly washed up, and after his grandfather returned to the back of the house, he also entered his own room.
Lying in bed, Xue Lang was not sleepy at all.
If the colorful fog was not resolved, it would be like a sharp blade hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time.
After lying down for a while, he felt annoyed. He sat up, took the phone