He lowered his head and found that there was no trace of blood flowing out of his torn waist, but a smoke-like soul body was revealed.

Her heart trembled, and then she looked up again, only to see Yu Zhao, whose eyes were still distraught, solidified her expression at this time, and muttered to herself: "Wing mother...?"

The author has something to say: Today is a good day. Fortunately, I don’t have a target, and I have to be tens of thousands (light a cigarette)

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