ing NingSilence fell upon the tent like a shroud.Only the crackling of the candle flame when it ignited, and the sound of patrol soldiers passing by outside.Besides, the tent was so quiet that even Ni...
Chapter 980: The Deep-Calculating Old Fox
ing NingSilence fell upon the tent like a shroud.Only the crackling of the candle flame when it ignited, and the sound of patrol soldiers passing by outside.Besides, the tent was so quiet that even Ni...