The qi in the body was blocked by the pill, and now Zhao Hanyue was even weaker and weaker than ordinary women's physique, her muscles were as loose as bean flower, and she suddenly exhaled in pain, and beads of sweat rolled out of her forehead, stained with messy green silk sideburns, looking very embarrassed.

On the other side of the carriage, the three of them, the white hall master, Princess Lanyu, and the girl Yiwu immediately looked at each other, exchanged glances, and grinned the corners of their mouths, revealing a satisfied smile.

"I Have a Crematorium" 180, the blood in my heart is being beaten by hand, please wait a moment,

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