The lamppost burned out and I didn't see my master speak, and the tunnel was already dark, and now it was directly in the darkness.

The young man's spirit was dispersed, and he looked like a puppy that had lost its bones. sighed in his heart, and as if encouraging, he tidied up his brocade clothes and bunched his hair for the day, bowed his head, and Yuan Shuyu directly scattered the hair crown.

When he looked up again, a cloth came to his face. The peculiar smell of the drug came through the white cloth, and the consciousness gradually became lost.

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