"We are not pessimistic, we are despairing." Wang Ai's IQ went straight to zero.

He found that no matter how hard he racked his brain, it was useless.

The smarter he is, the more painful and powerless he is at this time.

"Despair? How so? Changqing coughed lightly and said, "Since that's the case, I might as well say more." ”

A voice sounded in Wang Kui's mind, constantly persuading him that it was too late to shut up Changqing and shut him up. It is possible to throw everything to the people at a higher level and give others a headache to relieve themselves. <

"Immortal Sword, Red Dust Immortal" Chapter 887 Come on some people, I command is hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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