The morning light on the first floor of the early morning shone on the earth, Zhang Bo's eyelids were slightly raised, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

He laboriously changed from lying on his stomach to sitting, and then looked around him.

The beach is full of potholes, as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and the largest crater can reach ...

"I'm really not a foodie" Chapter 112 The magician is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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