Mo Xiu's pupils constricted, looking at the two people on the stone platform in the center of the formation not far ahead, at this time Mo Xiaomo was lying on Chen Langxu's body, his face was still flushed, Mo Xiaomo closed his eyes, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, the green silk hung down, and there was a light flickering slightly on the white skin that could be blown and broken.

"Xuanchen Continent" seven hundred and fifty-two, Xiao Mo is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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