The young fish didn't know what to do, and he didn't feel anything wrong with this, but he felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had done it before.

It was as if she had just come back to that time, she had just been reborn and walked out of the imperial tomb, and she had risen from the cold sarcophagus, there was no mechanism, and there was no scene of tomb robbers looting, fortunately, she saw her name on the tombstone.

Juvenile fishing.

Kindergarten and school, fishing boats sing late.

When I saw this, I had more memories in my mind that didn't belong to me, and the ridiculous things, except for meeting that person, were all bitter, bitter for a lifetime.

From birth, he was robbed of his identity, and then he became a slave and a slave, when disaster came......

Chapter 182 of "Space Poison Doctor is Not Easy to Mess with": Old Youer is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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