She took out a watercolor pen, brushed and painted a few strokes on it, and drew a meadow, with a red sun hanging in the sky, and white clouds floating around.

She threw the piece of paper downward, and the large group of Qiantou below felt a flower in front of them, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves standing on a meadow, the red sun shining overhead, and the white clouds rolling up to themselves.

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Chapter 1493 of "Under the Female Sorcerer", they are not afraid of death are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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