The darkness only obscures one's vision, but everything around us can be explored in another way.

The simple flowers exude a strong fragrance, but in the end, a hand full of lines folded one of the flowers, put it between her nose, and sucked it hard, which did not affect her at all, as if she was already familiar with such a fragrance.

"Sister Xiangxiang! Why did you want me to come here? ”

Da Niu trembled slightly, every time he came here, he felt that this place was a little scary.

The ghost phoenix jumped down from the platform where it was sitting.

"Huh! The old rules, big bull, you know. ”

Ghost......

"Glimpses of the Lake" The Sword and Sword Shadow Are Not My Wishes Chapter Ninety-Seven The Twelve Glass Snakes Are Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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