As time passed, Ling Chen's face remained unchanged, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Seeing that there were only two hours left in the alien time, Ling Chen's heart was crossed, and after Waiters had just finished making an arrangement, he suddenly came out and said, "Lord Lord, Congmo."

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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