After a long busy time, Huo Yuhao began to think about a philosophical question of life.

What is the purpose of a person's life in this world?

It can only be said that everyone will always think about some strange questions during the sage time.

Ah Yin, who was squatting on the ground, gently licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue and swallowed the milky white milk stuck to his red lips into his stomach.

However, before Ah Yin could stand up, a branch as thick as the body of a golden ancient tree

"People write diaries in Douluo, Huo Hang is actually myself" Chapter 274 Snow Emperor: Brother, what kind of smell do you have? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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