It hurts, it hurts.

The wound on his abdomen seemed to have been smeared with chili pepper water, and his muscles twitched, and the green tendons on his neck tensed.

The strength of his body seems to be drained, and he can't lift up a little strength.

Consciousness, lethargy.

Twilight is in a nightmare...

Chapter 0279 of "Deadly Sanskrit" You play with me! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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