Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Zhang Yi took out the white mandala flower from his pocket.

He gently placed it on the coffee table.

Seeing this white flower, Zhang Yi felt very familiar, something gushing out of his brain, which made him have a splitting headache for a while.

Zhang Yi covered his head and collapsed on the sofa.

A ...... flashed in front of my eyes

"There is a Trick on the Nineteenth Floor" Chapter 71 Death is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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