A cool wind blew in my ears. Su Yaoyao was lying in a large mess, his distracted eyes gradually focused, and he turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the light.
The light source was the golden feather mark on the back of his hand, shining like a star, flickering tenaciously and persistently. Using its light, you can see that there are splinters and pieces of wood everywhere, as if it had experienced a particularly horrific destruction.
...where is this? Su Yaoyao frowned slightly and took out the stone from his arms that was shaking and trembling just now.
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On the other side of the altar, Leo xun almost lost consciousness in his hands.
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