As the saying goes, once raw and twice ripe.

Although she went in alone this time, and no one led the way, fortunately it was not the kind of intricate labyrinth here, on the contrary, there was actually only one passage here, but it was just a little dark.

But this time, this small candle flame was in Qiaozhi's hand, although it couldn't illuminate too many places, but it gave her enough security.

The previous part of the road was usually dark and quiet, and it was as if it was cut off from heaven and earth. Because this time there is no need to catch up with Ruoxi's pace like last time, so the pretty branch walks very leisurely, although there is a lit candle in the hand, but the pretty branch ......

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