one's own side makes things even more difficult.and not to mention lying there like a dead fish.For Zhu Biqiong, who was shaken and heartbroken, Jiang Wang couldn't say that he didn't feel guilty. He...Chen Guo, with no return valley.

The mist permeates the year, day and night... Rumors of ghost stories abound.

The valley was peaceful and quiet, especially tonight with a few stars shining in the sky. The wooden house stood by the clear stream, and a sense of tranquility flowed quietly through it.

"Woof woof woof!"

The old dog suddenly barked.

The clamour disturbed the night, and ripples spread across the clear stream. The moon's reflection was fragmented on the water.

Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!

The valley woke up.

A rocking chair sat in front of the wooden house, and an old man with white hair was dozing on it.

"What's the fuss about" he mumbled grumpily, his eyes still closed.

This text is empty.

"Boss, it's me."

A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the light night, quickly walking to the elder's side.

> Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!

Woof woof woof!

The old yellow dog in the corner barked at him several times, looking quite fierce.

Unfortunately, the old bones were so tired, they lacked any sense of intimidation.

>

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

That's just because this "newcomer" wouldn't dare to contradict it.

An old man sitting on a bench opened his eyes and looked: “Oh, little snake.”

Fang Huerling had long been accustomed to it.What you say makes sense. After some thought, Jiang Wang said, “In less than three generations, customs change and trends shift. This place is indeed ripe for the taking. For the state of Qi to seize...