Mo ran stops playing, and her beautiful brow is tightly wrinkled into a twist.

Chu zhaoyue is lying on the ground like a dead fish. He twitches every now and then. His pale face is blue and purple. It's full of Qi and Qi from the rest of his life. His mouth is slightly trembling. There are some suspicious whites.

it seems that a man who has just been on the plateau has just put on an oxygen mask, and Chu zhaoyue is lying on the blood ruby, gasping for air and breathing for oxygen.

when Muran saw her reaction, the more twist circles there were between the eyebrows.

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