Chapter 7 mother instrument world

The wind whistled in my ears, but all sounds disappeared.

Yu Xianzhi desperately ran outside the mansion, looking at the foggy town at the foot of the mountain.

The sun has not yet risen, it is quiet everywhere, the sound of birdsong is endless, the sweet smell of the air is in the chest, but the childish feathers in black cotton pajamas are like the only dark and depressing figure in this beautiful picture. The clouds are out of tune with the surrounding environment.

He stared blankly at the spot, his mind quickly

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