Sheng Lingyuan's words fell, and a gleam shone in the narrow robber hole, just like the flowers on the mountain wall.
Then the people in the "Shadow" ca out of the dark.
The man was not short, but he was a thin man, and his throat was only slightly undulating, so he looked sowhat indistinct and juvenile, with long hair tied with a fine braid and a bunch in his head. Qi Li. He had a grimace mask on the left half of his face. The mask was smiling and everyone was smiling. The grape-like eyes were big and spirited, showing one black and white, very flattering.
If it weren't for a blood hole in the eyebrow, this person would be like those exotic idols on TV.
Xuan Yuan frowned at the mask man, and then looked at Sheng Lingyuan—who ca here. He didn't know. He had never heard of the na "Aluojin" before. But the goat's bullshit, the "corpse" brows in the coffin were nailed to the coffin, and this brows just happened to have a blood hole, ten or nine, the coffin in the water pool was this dormitory.
This is the witch's grave. There are more than 40,000 corpses sleeping in the chase, and he has a "single room
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