At the bottom of the cliff, the high altitude is opposite, and the dense bird of prey brigade flies out of the sky, a big bird with bird feathers, a fan-shaped big Yao, five or three in length and width.

Flying southward, he rose angrily, and with a chirp, the white bird was suddenly startled.

The feather fan swept away, and the two cups of tea, the cloth was zero, and it flew 100 meters away in an instant, hanging high at a high speed.

"It's too much, I can't see anything clearly." A voice came from behind Zhou Yanxing.

A group of birds of prey on the ground, standing at the corner of the guard, there is not a single dead end

"Immortality: Slowly Becoming an Immortal" Chapter 53 The small branch in the atrium is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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