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

seems that the so-called Saintess of Azure is their shared dream lover.But Jiang Wang was indeed a little innocent. He really didn't have any unusual thoughts: "Just thinking of someone I know.""Well...ping on the corridor was very clear. But none of the prisoners curled up in the prison room dared to look outside.It seems they have all lost the feeling of "curiosity."This undoubtedly cast a shadow...