Our group hurried in front, the enemy followed behind to death, neither side was a fuel-efficient lamp, it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior for a while, they couldn't kill us, and we couldn't get rid of them.

There is no fixed number of roads in the mountains, rugged and twisting, high and low, and strange rocks. We have now begun to gradually climb to the top of the mountain, the plan cannot catch up with the change, we had expected to throw off the killer for a distance before reaching the summit, so that we can have time to fix the rope, but by this time we have not shaken off, I have a little drum in my heart, if we have not thrown off the killer at the top of the mountain, we will not cut off the way back.

I thought the old ruffian voiced my concerns, and the old ruffian also frowned and said, "He was there just now."

Chapter 72 of "The Coffin of the Tomb of the Strange Door" The cliff is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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