Death Flag Xiangluo Fan-Cao Ruobing _ txt Novel Paradise
Half an hour later, the company turned three bends and seven turns, but just out of the last turn, suddenly heard a loud noise, from the top down a row, as high as twenty feet in front of the gate, blocking the way. This sudden change made Zhongyu three people, startled, hurriedly dodged and stopped, and looked up. The wooden fence was made of large rice trunks connected in parallel, nothing...
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