Tang Mo frowned, and suddenly thought of a question, "Are you orphans?"
In ancient times, there were frequent battles on the battlefield. How could those who died have no family? Like those young people before, weren't they just children who had just grown up?
The three people in front of me were wearing tattered clothes with uneven patches on them, and their hands and faces were all black. They definitely didn't look like they were under the supervision of adults.
Sure enough, the boss stiffened his neck and said, "So what? Hand over the Spirit Crystal Stone!"
Tang Mo pursed her lips and felt sympathy.
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