The first snow in Zhenghe forty-seven years came later than usual.


    Chen Luo stood in the pavilion in the courtyard of Anguo Gong''s mansion, looking up at the first snow falling from the sky, stretched out his hand, the snowflake—


    Gently landed in my palm, quietly freezing in my palm...


    "Another year has passed..." Chen Luo sighed.


    What have I done this year?


    Go to the Southern Wilderness and win the reputation of the Master of Ten Thousand Demons; enter the Nether, set


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