Walking in a haze, breathing in the fresh air, the morning breeze was a little cool, but Shen Hao was enjoying the freshness, and after slowly leaving the village, he walked into the woods again, Shen Hao raised his head, and his cultivation was running in the twilight, the feather fan was in the air, and Shen Hao jumped up suddenly. Feng Dugu Yu hated Gang, so I said, "Next... The last thing to do. The feather fan dragged Shen Hao away, from beginning to end, Shen Hao never looked back, just took a deep breath, the essence in his eyes flickered, and went back the same way, he still had one...

Chapter 117 This sky, dyed red is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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