The red clothes flew up, and the figure of the young man drifted down, like a scorching red lotus, floating in the ice and snow.

Beautiful, but deeply desolate.

"Li'er-Li'er-"

Jun Wujie seemed to be crazy, and the purple gold light in his eyes suddenly disappeared...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 394. It's just death, that's all! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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