"Ahem......"

On the big white bed, an old woman coughed lightly with a gloomy expression, and her eyes were dim without a trace of light, like pearls hidden by dust.

Her wrinkled hands clutched a few letters, and she tried several times, but couldn't get them in front of her eyes and give her a vague second look.

In front of the hospital bed, a thin man hid his face and wept. He had been so powerful that countless demons who had devoured his life alive were terrified of him, and his vajra-like body was covered with scars. He bled and wounded countless people, but he never shed a single tear on the battlefield.

But for most of the year, it drained his generation......

Chapter 53 of "The Scumbag Dominates the Ghost King" Tears are being beaten in the hand, please wait a moment,

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