At ten o'clock in the morning, beams of columnar sunlight broke through the mist, and the temperature in the forest rose, but generally not much, and Shi Xuan's broken hair was covered with fine dew drops like it had been gnawed by a dog.

From morning to now, Shi Xuan's eyes have been staring at the waterhole all the time, except for the necessary blinking...

"Please Take My Instrument Spirit Away" Chapter Seventy-Eight The Purple Scale Blood Crown Python is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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