"Oh damn ......"

The door to the vault was pushed open again, and countless filthy foams poured out of the vault like viscous sewage. The foam formed by the corpse had a strong odor, and as soon as the door was opened, it had already filled the entire secret room, and the pungent smell rushed to the top of the head, and the smoker could not open his eyes.

As soon as he saw what was going on in the vault, Babu covered his eyes and let out a desperate moan.

Locked up in a small vault

"I'm Cultivating the World on the Edge" Chapter 44 Hugging my thighs is hitting my hands, please wait a moment,

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