But Tristan Xuan had no time to appreciate the moonlight, and his heart was as cold as a pool of water.
This altar is tragic and sinister. It is full of evil curses, much more terrifying than the anthrax virus. Even if a butterfly flies out, it will be a biological crisis.
Tristan Xuan saw the long hair floating in the water and was about to reach out when Sebastian Sheng's gritted teeth sounded in his ears: "If you dare to pull my hair again, I will punish your nine tribes."
"Execute, punish, punish whatever you want, I will transfer the household registration to the unit's collective household registration book when I get back," Tristan Xuan said quickly, "But that butterfly..."
"Know."
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