The peak of Jiuqu Mountain is filled with a cold white mist.

The hundred-year-old trees are lush and leafy, blocking the early morning sun, and only a few sparse rays of light seep through the branches and leaves, sprinkling on the ground covered with dead leaves.

Huoliu Firefly stood on the edge of the cliff, her phoenix eyes gloomy...

Chapter 0139 of "Deadly Sanskrit" is incredible! These two are broken sleeves?! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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