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

her text you'd like me to translate!Discard weapons, dismantle tents, and pull down the antlers of the barrier.Just like an ant hill gathered together, when disaster strikes, they scatter in a hurry.M...vators.Walking alone in the dim woods, besides the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves and branches, there was only the rustling of wind through the leaves.... is not romantic and leisurely....