I leaned my back against the wall of the car and moved my legs in secret. When I moved, it was still a pain like a knife and a pinprick.

If my leg had been good, it would have been easy to escape. The high wall still wants to imprison me, the wild goose of Nanyang.

But in the end, it can only be a sigh and two sorrows in my heart.

As the carriage jolted, he stared boredly at the holy doctor opposite.

What kind of interests are good and good-eyed people? This throne is serious

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