The baby, oh no, the soul of the drought, trapped beneath the golden web of the Wood, struggled violently.

But every time she is restless, the golden net will bind her tighter.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up struggling. His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Chu Lin's apprentice grandson is really as despicable and shameless as him!"

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