"It's a pity that it's still a little difficult to get this feature!" The man in the black clergyman's robe held his chin and examined the moving mist in the distance.

Before he finished speaking, a **** mouth suddenly appeared on the right cheek, and he opened and closed his mouth and said:

"Medic, I can feel that this characteristic should come from my descendants, and he should still be alive."

"Your descendant? Are you sure he can recognize you now?" Medici left

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