Eastern Xinjiang.

The sun is blazing.

The smoker leaned freely on the sofa in the living room, a cigar in his mouth.

In his opinion, the trip to kill the nine lives of the gods was bound to be a great success, and he had even seen the dawn of victory.

Cocked Erlang's legs and leisurely played a small song.

"Master, something is wrong!"

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