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

Shaomeng's head, sniffing lowly.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Jiang Wang moved, standing by the skull's edge, driving them away with his sword sheath.The yellow dog...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！His front paws landed on Jiang Wang's lower legs, staring up at him hopefully.It was unknown whether it had always been so clever, or if the iron berry it had eaten earlier had increased its spiritual...