The golden armor figurine left with gratitude.

Wu Xiaode stood alone in the snow, slowly reviewing what happened just now.

He thought back and forth about the matter, and always felt that the immortals were too unreliable.

its not right.

They are all immortals, why did they think so inconsiderately and cause such a big problem?

Ugh.

I just listened to the golden armor figurine, but there was still a layer of veil, so I couldn't see the truth.

At this moment, wish the wall

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