When Landon Chang came, he was on the road in an orderly manner, and the whole world seemed to be in the palm of his hand. But when he left, he had turned into a human-shaped paste, and he didn't know which leg he left first.
On a night that was suddenly warm but then cold, the breath that came in and out of his chest was like a living fire.
Landon Chang fled back to his own courtyard in a hurry, let out a sigh of relief, and leaned his forehead against the sword-wielding puppet at the entrance of the courtyard.
Many years have passed, and the iron puppet has long since expired and can no longer be manipulated by others. However, Landon Chang was reluctant to throw it away, so he had it placed nondescriptly as a hanging lamp in his yard.
Leng Tiesen quickly calmed down Landon Chang's hot flesh. He looked up at the big guy and recalled some old memories from his youth - he remembered that he used to let it lift him every day before dawn. They picked up the basket, packed the snacks, and then ran to Gu Yun's courtyard one by one, listening to his nonsense.
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