The blood-colored figure was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "That's exactly what I mean, but if he passes, don't embarrass him." Let him grow up, let me leave with peace of mind...... Xing Mo Cool Fang Xing hates the enemy, you are really affectionate and righteous, it has been five hundred years, and you still remember her. There is already a perfect one, but you are greedy to want another one. I really don't understand why you would fall in love with a woman like that, and be so obsessed. And she's still a waste, a waste woman has...

Chapter 153 of the Book of Creation: The sound of the flute is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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