At this moment, Mo Laosan was kneeling on the ground, and the originally sharp big knife had been broken into several sections. There was a cracked gash on his head, and blood was constantly dripping down. From a distance, the whole person looked as if it was soaked in blood.

The white finch stood beside him, slightly tired. She's rough...

"Three Lives Immortal Journey for the King" extra: The wind rises, and the blood-stained duckweed in troubled times (fifty-eight) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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