Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,However, I can confirm that Mengmeng is with her grandma selling vegetables at the market.,He and the fifth stood in the crowd, looking at a child who was waving a cabbage leaf around and shouting constantly, “Grandpa, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, look at the vegetables from my house! They’re especially fresh. I just picked them!”。