Chen Feng secretly rejoiced, fortunately, the old and the new were by his side, otherwise the golden cicada's way of shedding its shell really could not succeed. Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the cracked soul in his waist, then smiled, and his figure sank into the darkness and rushed forward again. Little doll, what are you going to do mysteriously? The old and new voices of some...
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