He pinched it slowly, showing his desire and possession inch by inch.

The sky slowly darkened, and even if someone passed through it, they didn't notice the ambiguity between the two people inside.

Gu Rin had really been suppressed for too long, and the pedestrians who were about to die of thirst in the desert faced a large jar of water in front of him, although he knew that too much greed would be in danger of death, but he was not afraid that he just wanted to thirst for that trace of sweet rain.

Now Gu Rin is like this, now Sang Mingyue is the banner he charges, and he is not afraid of the knife in his hand stained with blood.

The two of them don't know how many hours they tossed, the most ......

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