In the end, there is still no escape from dealing with Tuesday's fate head-on.

It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway.

As I planned, Tuesday looked tired.

The old man in the incense pot had long been aware of this, called the old man to his side, and said in a commanding tone, "Don't help him, let him come by himself." ”

The old man can be described as a good teammate, although he was obedient and didn't help me, he still asked with concern: "Is he okay?" You won't be killed, will you? ”

The old man seemed to be very confident and said, "No! He couldn't die. ”

I listened, but I was relieved.

If you can't die, you can do it.

In the Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven, with the permission of the old man on Tuesday, he was finally pulling me head-on

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