The mountains behind Zhengyimen in October are full of beautiful scenery and colorful colors.
The maple leaves all over the mountain were dyed golden red by the autumn wind, which contrasted beautifully with the emerald green of the pines and cypresses.
Liam Zhao rode a dragon horse among them.
As he gradually moved away from the cave, the temperature in the valley gradually rose.
Liam Zhao, who had been maintaining the operation of his true intention, slowly exhaled a breath and stopped protecting his body.
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