In the evening.

The sunset faded, and the sky took on a pale dull orange hue.

In the courtyard, Givenin was lying on the table, and in front of him was a brocade box dug out of a dirt pit.

Like an enemy, he stared at a full stick of incense for a long time.

Givenin gritted his teeth...

Chapter 0355 of "Deadly Sanskrit" Clearing the clouds and mist, I have identified you (above) are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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