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Chapter 441 The Ghost King, Yan Mo Yang

The lush woods were filled with large, thick trees, and in one of them lay a young girl.

The afterglow of the setting sun through the layers of leaves, reflected on the face of the young girl into a faint gently swaying halo, so that one can not see her face.

Liang Sheng closed his eyes and listened to the pleasant sound of birds chirping in the distant branches, his brows unconsciously stretching.

The gentle light breeze and cheerful birdsong seemed to infect Liangsheng, ...

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