uer.The canvas hanging on the wall seemed to appear again before her eyes. She had once naively wanted to preserve a spring. But her life, however, had never bloomed again.Baby, baby.Jiang Wang silen...esentment.>Thinking about it, Jiang Wang asked another question: “A single cry of the falcon brings down a hundred heads. I see that the Saint Clan warriors seem to participate in the ‘Hunt’ not much....