Yao Yun was standing outside this iron-walled cell at this time, looking at the man inside with an expressionless face.

The man curled up in the cold mud with his long body bowed, the poison of the red flame scorpion eroded his internal organs little by little, the heart and lungs were torn and burned, and the nostrils, ears, and corners of the eyes, and even the pores around his body seemed to be overflowing with a miserable color.

His face flushed, and his fingertips scraped through the mud again and again

"After being widowed, she became the general's white moonlight" one hundred and fifty-five is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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