It had just rained, and the cold wind soaked the cold stone walls in the gloomy dungeon, and the prisoners shrank in the corners and shivered.

Feng Qi passed through one black cage after another.

The heart is becoming more and more depressed and urgent.

Red flowers, no, should be Yan Rakshasa . What kind of torture would it be for a girl to stay in such a harsh environment?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

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"Yan Rakshasa" Chapter 67 Me and the Regent, I voluntarily are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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