Nan Chi's words are like a basin of cold water.

Lin Jiang's brain "buzzed", and a pale and hazy light flashed in front of his eyes.

The drunken voice was like a freshly fallen autumn frost, with a hint of tide, "I know." ”

Hearing these words, Nan Chi was silent for a long time.

It seems to have been refreshed in an instant.

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