the long blood spring draws a beautiful arc and sprinkles it on the green brick floor of the square with a little red light and some hot surface, just like tens of millions of plum flowers dye the floor a little red. Li Xiu's slender body was bent, half kneeling on the ground, covering his chest with his hands, and coughing wildly.

his eyes were full of reluctance and humiliation. His eyes scanned the dust on the clouds, Huang hanchong on the square, and Zhou Yun, the first one to advance and stand proudly near the podium. My heart and mouth hurt again, and I fainted directly.

"call!"

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