To go to Murong Cheng's lair, Mu Zi was emboldened. The car kept driving into the mountains. The mountains are vast, the trees are lush, in such a wilderness, it is difficult to imagine that there will be people living. Car along the mountain road slowly up, Mu Zi finally saw a villa halfway up the hillside, red roof and white walls, bathed in the brilliant autumn sun, as if shrouded in a layer of golden mist, hazy with a dreamy color. Mu Zi was in a trance for a moment. Once upon a time, she said to Mu Zenin, want to live on the hillside, the house does not have to be too big, but outside the house should have a large ginkgo tree, every late autumn, the golden leaves will be spread all over the ground, like a layer of soft colorful carpet, even if you fall do not feel pain. And the roof. The roof should have a terrace, so that she can stay at home ever
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