ble rotated at a dazzling speed.Lin Qi Night's eyes were fixed on the turntable, and a heart hung up.as the two-color turntable slowly stops, finally, the pointer falls on a golden area.-the poet of t...fatigue. "it's not Miles' fault. His prophecy could only have found the location of the assassin an hour ago. By the time we got there, he might have recovered and left from there." He is only a human...