The white finch struggled to sit up from the bed and propped himself up, his arms trembling.

She wanted to mobilize the yin and yang qi of heaven and earth, but found that her body was soft, as if her strength was stuck in a quagmire, and she couldn't struggle out.

"How dare he let you go like this...

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

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