The drizzle continued to rain and continued to grow heavier as the night wore on.

The high cultivators in Jindui City all had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, and they were afraid that the big war was coming.

If you're lucky, you'll be a few years later, and if you're unlucky, you'll start at the end of this year.

Zhao Qingbai held an oil-paper umbrella and accompanied the peacock-eyed Seven Uniques to go shopping, and he didn't expect the originally poetic light rain, and at this time he also faintly cried.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Seven Absolute Peacocks, and he sighed slightly.

looked at Zhao Qingbai, his thin knife eyebrows narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to hear what Zhao Qingbai said.

Zhao Qingbai was dressed in a dark purple robe from a distant mountain, looking at the Seven Uniques, with a reluctant smile on his face.

"It's raining heavily today, so it's better to be in ......

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