The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,In an instant, the boundaries between heaven and earth vanished. Heaven and earth became one, bathed in a crimson glow, like a human hell.,Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds"。