A simple thatched hut with ventilation on all sides.

The sound of the rain, accompanied by lightning, was endless, endless.

Ji Fanyin stood at the door, a hint of irritability between his eyebrows.

At this moment, there was a sound of rustling behind him.

Givenin turned to look over...

Chapter 080 of "Deadly Sanskrit" Bring a tear and exchange it for a few jars of spirits It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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