Death is just a broken straw mat wrapped in something. Keke Keke Nangong's voice is indifferent and a little cool and sarcastic. After saying these words, he coughed violently. The handkerchief was stained with a dark, bloody, white and green corridor. The corridor was filled with a round smell of liquid medicine. Stop talking about it
Death is just a broken straw mat wrapped up in something. Keke Keke Nangong's voice is indifferent and a little cool and sarcastic. After saying these words, he coughed violently. The handkerchief was stained with a dark bloody white green corridor. The corridor was filled with the smell of liquid medicine. Don't say more about Qi Shu touching his face, His voice was a little unhappy, and he immediately ran to Zhou Yuanyou and screamed
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