The glare inside and outside the star has long since dissipated, and Cha Cha is still lying on the sofa and sleeping. The newborn's eyes hadn't had time to observe the plane's textures.

She was so tired. In the world of the polar night, because of the disappearance of the grave keeper, she almost dissected the corpse to the point of unscrupulousness...

Chapter 128 of "Wandering in the Sand Sculpture Snow Tea Plane" Walking in the field is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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