Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ipple of emotion on his face, not even a twitch of an eyelid. Truly, it was utterly harmless.He sneered back, shooting him a look of utter contempt: "Bao Mazzi, if you had even a third of the skill in... play has ended, and the audience is dispersing.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!After Jiang Mengxiong left, Chongxuan Chuliang and Chongxuan Yunbo also left together....