Lan WangJi had a similar blank expression on his experience, and Wei WuXian could not explain to what he was pondering. He walked around on the west corner, pulled out his bamboo flute from its position at his waistline, and held it as many as his lips. *corner tower/turret: an http://trevorujzkt.post-blogs.com/27532692/the-smart-trick-of-the-founder-of-diabolism-novel-full-that-nobody-is-discussing