But Shen Nian's questioning did not get any response, except for a brief notice that this was the Cangqing Ancient Realm, Ran Zhiyue stopped talking, looking cold and unapproachable.

Single-mindedly controlling the mountains and rivers and the colorful wings under her feet, her eyes were deep and cold, looking straight into the depths of the fog, where something seemed to attract her forward.

Every time she got closer, the coldness on her face would melt a little.

"What the hell do you think

"I, moody, known as the devil" 118, the sinister green ancient world, the life-saving mother gourd is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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