Meanwhile.

Tens of millions of miles away from Ip Mantian, at the entrance of an ordinary valley.

Here came a woman.

She wears a blue dress.

The face is beautiful.

The figure is concave and convex, graceful and graceful, and the slender willow waist is full of hands.

The action is like a weak willow whisking.

When the lotus steps are moving, the blue dress is swaying, like a curtain of dreams under the sky.

Wonderful!

Especially hers

"Reincarnated 100,000 times, I am finally a mythical Daluo!" Chapter 436 Dreams are not dreams, dreams that don't want to wake up are being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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