"That's what it is...... It's mine...... Idea. ”

Even though he couldn't breathe well and his face turned purple, An October still stubbornly looked at Shang Yanxiao's eyes as cold as snow withering.

The sound of her violent gasps exploded in his ears, the whites of his eyes that symbolized death rolled, and for a moment, he seemed to hear the sound of a broken soul.

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Chapter 57 of "Covering the Water and Not Collecting" The realm is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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