In Xixia Town, a couple of young men and women are walking on an empty street. Flower vines are connected between them. One after the other, the picture is very strange.


    The young man''s eyes were empty, and his pace was slow and slow.


    The woman in the back clenched the flower vine tightly and followed her footsteps.


    The further you go in the direction of the town center, the clearer and more soul-stirring the flute sounds.


    Yang Qingqing frowned slightly, listening to the faint sound of electric current, she turned her head slightly, only to see


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