lt;divgt;The Divine

And again—how low the sky has fallen, how deep the earth has sunk.,Not far away, Feng Zhaolian and Quan Qinghua worked together to dig Yun Xiao out from the rubble. Unfortunately, he was already dead.,But the Divine Emperor had just finished stewing the fish soup, and was coaxing her, “Just have a bowl, I’ve been stewing it for two hours. If you don’t drink it, my effort will be wasted.”。