No. 305 of the same kind
The marshes were silent in the middle of the night.
Gu Xi kept chasing the strange voice in his perception to the depths of the swamp.
The white miasma, which had been completely hidden in the night after dark, came out again at some point.
The white light is thick, and the mist is confused.
A little silver light suddenly appeared.
Gu Xi stared at the silver light floating in the white mist, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
It turned out that the little tadpole grew this
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