"Where's the white grass?" Ning Qing snorted and asked, it was really embarrassing to cry like that just now.

Ye Chenyao pointed not far away.

Ning Qing looked over, and the white grass was pressed under the collapsed boulder, and only half of the exposed body could be seen.

"He's dead?"

"Almost." Ye Chenyao said.

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85. Your man is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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