The sound was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk reciting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

☆★☆★☆ For the rest of the content, please go to Zongheng to continue to search for "Zongheng" in Baidu or major application markets, Xianxia Fantasy Brain Hole, A Sword City in the Snow, Qingluan Potato Evil God, and the same Yuanzun add some material to life. Or go directly to m.zongheng. ☆★☆★☆ The voice was a bit like Sanskrit, and it suddenly appeared in his head, and it felt like an old monk chanting scriptures in his head.

Luoyang couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but the voice quickly spurred a consciousness, and his legs walked uncontrollably towards the gap in the stone wall.

??????????????? Fatima was in the same situation as him, his eyes glazed over, and he mechanically moved a pair of long legs, step by step, towards the gap in the stone wall.

The sound became louder and louder, more and more, and Luoyang's brain became hotter and hotter, feeling like an iron pot added to the fire to boil water.

didn't go far, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Luoyang's head, and his face was flushed. The temperature here is actually on the low side, only a few degrees, but he looks like he is in a sauna.

This was not the case with Fatima, who did not sweat on her forehead and whose skin was not red

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