There are indeed many unknown things in the jungle, because it is impossible to judge what time and location, Sen Ran and Cang Xiang can only cross the river by feeling the stones. There was a sound of rustling in his ears from time to time, and Cangxiang's eyes kept turning up and down, not letting go of the slightest movement. Sen Ran really wanted to light a cigarette, the humidity here was too heavy, and it would be more comfortable to smoke a cigarette, but there was no such time now. Suddenly, a black shadow flew over from the side, and Cang Xiang thought...

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