The social line reporters **** by the Big Five Flowers struggled like a meat worm.
The gagged mouth made a whining sound.
“The son of the Han family, the son of the Lu family, the son of the Qin family…”
Alana’s slender fingers pointed upwards, and as she lightly moved, she clearly pointed out the identity of everyone present.
The voice is not fast or slow.
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