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... he next life... I beg!"
In the afterglow of the setting sun and the bleak autumn wind, in the Dahao Dynasty, inside the Changchun Temple, Taoist Qingyun, with white hair and desolation, did not change his original intention, and passed away with three long howls.
"Huh~~"
Lu Chen woke up slowly on the bed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said sadly:
"Three days."
After traveling for three days, Lu Chen was in a daze, and he didn't get bett ...
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