The procession marched silently, torches lit underground to light the way.

A gloomy wind struck, and the torches swayed violently, bringing with them a hint of cold moisture.

Almost at the same time, everyone felt the cold to the bone.

Leng Lianyi was suddenly...

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

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