Song Qitang asked in a trembling voice, staring at the man for a moment.

Jiang Yanxing didn't look back and was silent.

The long figure seems to be embedded in the half-bright background, and every line is timeless and cold.

It was suddenly terrifyingly quiet, and the cold morning dew wet the clothes.

Song Qitang's hands were constantly soaked with sweat, his heartbeat was fast and slow, his breathing was tense, and his voice looked strange,......

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