Without the cracked face, my eyes are as inexplicable as the guide. I don’t know the direction. I have to run in an illusory disintegration shock. He keeps stepping on the sharp ruins, counting the pieces, and the gray Guanghua flies around and sways the gray illusion, swallowing a secret room into illusion.
Well, the speed of destroying Cang Lan's chamber of secrets is still difficult to find…
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