Standing on the edge of the Yellow River, the blood on my heels flowed down the river, and it didn't take long for the roses to reappear. "Xiang Lang, how are you ......?" Before Rose finished speaking, she looked into my eyes, and at the same time a look of horror appeared on her face, and she hurriedly saw her raise it with one hand, and a column of water rushed from the Yellow River...

Chapter 82 of "The Yellow River Yin Coffin" Three miscellaneous hairs are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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