Shuttling through the overlapping clouds, it was a speeding carriage.

Counting it, it is the second time that Lao Zhang has entered the ghost street, as an ordinary person who has just lived less than twenty years old, this can also be regarded as a kind of pinnacle of life, but obviously, Lao Zhang has not adapted much more than the first time.

Pearl sat next to him, the girl's soft palm supporting her slightly raised cheeks, leaning against the apricot yellow ......

Chapter 78 of "Hearing that the mountains and seas do not meet" Two little guesses are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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