That year there was a wind and snow, the wind and snow blew down the full moon, under the shadow of the full moon fell the boy stretched out his hand to paint the face of the sky, the invisible lonely ghost fled at the entrance of the firmament, the blocked road stuck thousands of flesh.

There is light here, the light is thousands of miles, the dry wind drags the remnants of his body to travel, in this viscous world, the grace stands quietly, and in the chaos that opens in all directions, the disgusting sense of oppression is pervasive and attached to the crevices everywhere, and the feeling is ......

"Dao Fusheng" is absurd Chapter Seventy-Nine: Fake Revenge is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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