The sound of rain was originally pattering, and it made a different sound when it fell on the umbrella cloth.
Hearing this voice, Nolan stood sideways beside the body of a man who was almost the same height as him.
Time hasn’t passed very long, but Phoenix seems to have changed a lot.
In his bones, he was more cold and cold, but his face became more gentle and indifferent, more and more like the cold noble son.
Nolan squinted his eyes, nodded slightly, and said faintly, “Mo Shao.”
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