After that, he felt his body lighten, and a moment before he woke up, he heard a small drop of ink shouting behind him, "Yellow paste, I'll help you anyway!

Then Zi'an only felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his words were intermittent, and then he opened his eyes sharply and saw Mr. staring at him with a complicated face, and his lips squirmed for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence: "What did you dream of?"

Zi'an scratched his hair and looked confused, Mr. looked very strange now, as if he had received some kind of fright, and there was a little anger in the fright, I can't tell where it came from......

"On How the Resurrection Is Difficult" sixty-one, Sleeping Beauty is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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