The night was dark, and the leaves were swaying in the wind.

Soon the dawn will come.

The dawn of the morning shines through the window screens, and sunlight appears in the cold room.

The Motherland lay beside the Goddess of Death's bedside, his big hands caressing her fair face, and the two were so close that they could smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.

The goddess of death had a wicked smile on her face.

Plain white delicate skin is exposed to the air

"The Scourge of American Comics: I Became a Villain Motherland" 196 The growth of the motherland, the layout of Captain Marvel Carol is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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