After a few explosions were vaguely heard in the direction of Pengyue Mountain, a green light flew from the sky.

Song Wuji fell into the camp and sat in front of the bonfire with a strange face.

I ignored a few people, just frowned and muttered a series of things that shouldn't be, impossible, this is not the kind of words I know of Qingliu.

Chen Mu didn't dare to inquire about the details.

Judging from this performance, you can tell that Song Prison went to fight and didn't win.

At this time, I asked, it was not a wound

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