He slammed his body against the wall, clang, the concrete floor vibrating along with the wall, and the pungent and foul-smelling ash fell on the half of the boy's perfect face.

An Haiping didn't seem to have vented enough, and dragged Shen Feimo to the ground again, and the black and shiny leather shoes stepped on his hand, little by little, slowly grinding.

Blood trickled down from the corners of his mouth, he ached, and made a tone that didn't look like a human voice....

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"Waiting for the Wind to Come in the Northwest" Chapter 79 Murder is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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