ble for registering the team, providing food and lodging, and offering the venue" Liu Tianming tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair."That's right, at that time we want to let whoever we want..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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After updating the content, please refresh the page to get the latest update!le of a fight, we can't leave." Fatty Lei stuck himself to the mast and kept an eye on the situation.At first glance, this heavy black aura isn't from the Holy Land. What could it beThe enemy's core c...