Long Anxuan's eyes widened at this time, looking at the black feather in his hand, he couldn't help but slowly raise his hand, and then raised the black feather in front of him, after that, Long Anxuan's lips began to twitch slightly, and then, Long Anxuan slowly closed his eyes, leaned his forehead on the black feather, and shrugged his shoulders...... Why did I ...... in the first place? He was not chosen. A golden tear slowly flowed from the corner of Long Anxuan's eyes, I don't know if it was...

"Xuanchen Continent" seven hundred and thirty, the fire spirit is taking out the hand hit, please wait a moment,

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