On the extremely cold ice field, the man's silver hair is scattered, the wind and snow are falling, and he stands far away, leaving behind and independent.

A cloud of black gas flashed violently in the man's slender hand, and even a lot of black gas lingered around the man's wrist.

"Rest of the dust." When she saw the man, the corners of her eyes went up, and she couldn't hide it...

"Fast Wear: The Road to Black Moonlight Whitewashing" Chapter 191 Ancient God Clan: It's Different It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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