The temperature, which had stopped falling, rolled up and fell again.

This time, the speed of the fall was much faster than before.

The paper was still covering my eyes, and I could see Yu Bingqing's condition, her whole ghost seemed to melt, her flesh and pus and blood trembled, and strange liquid kept flowing down.

I see something new on the paper:

[How is it possible!]

Chen Qingyi is already seventy

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