"How is Uncle Qiong, is there a way?"

Looking at Uncle Qiong who walked slowly, I was unspeakably afraid, and I was palpitating when he walked step by step. I really can't forget his bloody eyes just now, the surging bright red plasma seems to be engraved in my brain, I can't erase it, that half...

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