The three people on the cliff were blocked by hundreds of hanging corpses, all of which were air-dried, and their bodies were suspended in the air by ropes, motionless.

The moment he saw this corpse, Zhao Yi thought of the bacon made by his grandmother for the New Year.

These corpses were black and dry, I don't know how many years they had been hanging here, and their faces were unusually hideous, their mouths were wide open, and half of their tongues were leaking, like ......

"The Little Husband of the Female President" Chapter 167 Tongue Pulling Hell? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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