at in the emergency, no one paid close attention. His slime had memory, and he suddenly felt that this burn mark was very similar to 【Flame Gun Skill】No wayThe fat man thought for a moment, then recal..."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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