The thunder beads and fire beads in mid-air completely lost control and exploded into pieces.

The strong wind was mixed in, making a whimpering sound, as if someone was crying.

Zheng Qing took two steps forward with some guilt, and looked at the owner of the tail. Tushan Chujiu lay firmly on the ground, motionless. The solid bluestone slab on the performance stage was smashed into criss-crossing spider web-like cracks, and she was located in the center of the cracks.

Miraculously, there is no

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