Prayer, praise.

The series of prayer-like quotations, the voice of chanting his praises sounded cold, without a trace of emotion. Like this cold white flame burning in the sky, the extremely cold exterior hides the blazing heat.

Quickly clear the troops, and the whole neighborhood is shrouded in "ghosts".

The high-speed movement of the flame trail can no longer be captured with the enhanced dynamic vision.

This speed, reaching the level of subsonic.

"Mysterious Coming, My Pollution Is More and More Perverted" Chapter 315 Let the knife fly first for a while It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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