At this moment, the aura exuded by Host Lin was like a remorseful old man who had done something guilty and had been looking for someone to vent in his heart for decades.

A faint tear slipped silently from the corner of his eye, "tick-tock...", tears hit the ground.

Abbot Lin gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and wrote guilt in his eyes.

But because of himself, he died tragically in this battle.

When Cao Ning heard this, his expression suddenly froze, although he couldn't

"One person: Cao Weiying's soul, challenge the top!" Chapter 117: I will. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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