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The rock is square and thick, and it can die for thousands of years.
Puwei had a hard time, overnight.
I went to the grave alone.
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Thunder rumbled overhead. The loud noise buzzing in the ear makes people dizzy. I opened my mouth and looked absently at the Nangong Shangshan kneeling on the ground.
"What did you say?"
"Sorry, Miss Shui died of poisoning an hour ago!"
I hold my cold body tightly. Unable to find the focal length, his eyes glanced blankly at the banners that covered the sun and the palace with golden helmets and bright armor.
I looked up and opened my mouth, but there was no sound. I close my eyes, longing for water to moisten my eyes, but my lacrimal gland has dried up.
I was stabbed in the heart, my mouth was rotten and cracked, and there was thick pus and blood flowing out, but I didn't feel pain.
My sorrow fills the world, and my anger gathers.
With grief and indignation across his chest, Long song sobbed and said, "Heaven is jealous of beauty ..."
Chest a lag, spit out one mouthful blood.
"Little master!"
When my body shakes, the scene in front of me is extremely unstable. The Nangong Shangshan Mountain came running towards me. I looked at him anxiously. His mouth was open, his eyes were black and he fell to the ground. ...
I'm tired, really tired. I know I have been lying down for a long time, but I don't want to move. I ...