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“Mid-April, the rain falls slowly. The stars shine bright and clear.”
“Celestials come, deities go. The Mad Lord panics deep and unsettling.”
“Mid-April, the clouds pass calmly. The sun and moon worries about nothing.”
“The rain comes, the wind goes. The Mad Lord looks back and loses the way home…”
It was at this moment a weird-sounding lullaby came from the far end of the street.
Five children carrying a pinwheel in one hand and a baked sesame-seed cake on the other were hopping, skipping, and jumping down this way while singing a lullaby.
Obviously, Ye Qing did not pay attention to it at first. When the name “Mad Lord” was mentioned though, he subconsciously paid attention and was immediately struck by a wave of dizziness and unease.
It wasn’t because the lullaby was inauspicious, nor...
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