In the dim alley, a goose-yellow figure paced back and forth, with a thick worry on his face: "Hey, you said, Miss is alone, there should be no accident." ”

"Without your burden, it will be fine." Xuanyuan subconsciously buried it, with a firm comfort on his face...

Chapter 43 The Sword Falls on the Lethe River, and the Fog Rises in the South City (3) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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