In the barren mountains and wild temples under the rainy night, the bonfires are burning, and the broken temple is dead and silent.

In the ruined temple, Zhang Feng lay alone in a haystack not far from the bonfire and fell asleep, while Hu Xue and I leaned on the pillars in the ruined temple and pretended to sleep.

Although it seems that we are all asleep, we are actually all vigilant at this time.

Zhang Feng's six consecutive divination is a great omen, although he doesn't know Zhang ......

Chapter 111 of "Yin Master" The mysterious figure is hitting in his hand, please wait a while,

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