Guardians of the Forgotten Earth Chapter 171

After a year and a half, the city of fog

This is an old farmhouse with a lingering flower, pearl plum, and a few poems filled with poetry. In the middle of the courtyard is a stone table with a few books and a pair of unfinished chess. Occasionally, there are huge and gorgeous butterflies flying in the flowers on the wall. If they are neglected to be sharper and more poisonous than steel needles, this is really a quiet picture of the world.

Douglas Dou hands his chest, leaning against the eaves, quietly watching the beautiful small courtyard of the golden gauze caged in the sun, the usual tight lips with a slight invisible smile. Looking at the threshold of the virtual cover, his dark purple eyes overflowed with a hint of gentleness, whispered, “Gilbert Gong, have you soaked?”

There was no response in the door, and he called a few more times before he pushed the door in.

As he expected, the young man fell asleep in the bath again. He was half-baked on the edge of the tub, his head was buried in his arm, and the white and crystal-clear skin appeared to be broken and fascinating against the blue liquid.