The color of Feng Zhao's divine body is getting lighter and lighter, but there is a seal in the room, and the people staying in the phantom building can't notice Feng Zhao's abnormality.

"Do you feel more and more depressed?" Xia Mingyu, who was guarding the bedside, always felt that her dantian was being pressed by something, and she was uncomfortable squeezing, but...

"Husband, please get on the sedan chair" Xiao Se (4) is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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