The pitch-black railroad tracks weave through the endless sea of forests.

Across the snowy mountains, the eagle flapped its wings and skimmed the wind and frost, and its sharp electronic eyes scanned the ground, locking on the golden wolf that was constantly chasing and fleeing in front of it.

Feeling the undisguised malice in the sky, the golden wolf's lightning-like galloping figure suddenly stopped, his blue eyes churned like the fury of the tide, and his front paws spun around, and he suddenly opened his mouth and roared to the sky!

The eagle roared, and the pupils of his eyes

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Che is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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