In the early morning of the cold cloud, a team of middle-aged men and horses in the left deputy rushed to the ground, and the plains were vast.

Driving in a hurry, the rice flowers are in the fields, the gold is rolling and the sea is shining, and there is a manor on the back.

Nestled by the mountains and rivers, standing on the horizontal side.

Elegant and rough, dry and cracked and savage, long and round with slightly sharp teeth, fine and beautiful.

Under the dense cover of the trees, the grass is vivilet, and the wind blows.

"Waiting for someone to show up?" One of the subordinates asked.

Frowning, vice

"Immortal: Slowly Becoming an Immortal" Chapter 94 Like fire, Kantai is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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