"Who are you?"
It rained last night, and the dark dungeon was no longer as hot as in the hot summer, but it became much more humid, so much so that there was a faint smell of mold.
Fang Xiao heard the man's footsteps and asked again.
Mason Gu stood in the corridor of the dungeon and looked at him calmly, as if he was looking through him at another person who had once been related to him.
But he didn't say a word from beginning to end.
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