Looking at the blue-eyed man, a chill unconsciously rose in his heart, that kind of breath from the inside out, cold to the bones, there must be no less than dozens of resignations in his hands, how to say it? I tried to control the timidity in my heart, and I couldn't take them anymore...

Chapter 14 of "What About the Rivers and Lakes" Vulture Eagle Eyes, Desperate Scythe is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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