classification:Science fiction |
author:<<<Play sna |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-31 09:01:08) |
A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,“That's easy. I think when he wakes up, we can go see him, observe his words and actions, speak as little as possible, and listen as much as we can.”,Zhao Jun curled up in the corner, his face still full of fear and anxiety, but his heart kept cheering himself up, trying to pull himself out of the uneasy emotions as quickly as possible.。