The woman in front of her was very different from what she had seen a few days ago, her face was haggard, her lips were white without a trace of blood, and her hair was messy and withered over her shoulders.

It's like a beautiful puppet that has lost its soul, the walking dead.

"Madame, how are you—" Auntie was anxious and pulled her wrist, "Madam, let's go clean up first......

"He's in the Depths of Love" Chapter 9 The banquet is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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