The third mask.

His thoughts spun rapidly. Thinking of this, PEI Ling coughed again, as if he had exhausted too much of his mental energy. &Quot; cough, cough, cough, cough ... &Quot;

He frowned as he saw more and more blood on his clothes. He didn't know why The Pink Bride and 'Yu' had been fine ever since they entered the land of creation. On the other hand, he, the inheritor of the 'curse', was cursed.

He could feel that his condition was still getting worse, and it didn't seem to ease even after taking off his mask. In order to prevent his illness from becoming completely incurable, he quickly lay down again and covered himself with the blanket.

The next moment, he fell asleep ...

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Embroidered tower.

The bead curtain was half rolled up, and the embroidered tent hung low.

All the red silk gold-filled cages had been opened, and all kinds of gorgeous dresses, jewelry, and women's household items were scattered on the ground.