In front of the grave of the barren mountain, a fire was lit.

The rest of the dead is the greatest respect for the deceased.

Xu Ping'an sat on the ground weakly, a big battle, the slaughter was happy, his body suffered, the night on the mountain was already cold, and his lips trembled with cold at this time.

Fortunately, he brought strong liquor with him, and after a few sips, the cold was dispelled a lot.

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"Live Fortune Telling: The Calculation is Too Accurate and Targeted by the Local Tyrant" Chapter 142 Who is your wife is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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