a kingdom and of a religious society can indeed suppress everything."Curfew! Go home!" a card player shouted angrily."Master, I have no home."Today is Dongyue Festival, you have no right"Get them!"Te..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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After updating the content, please refresh the page to get the latest update!in this vibe.The entire temple seemed to blend seamlessly with the living person before my eyes.Since childhood, I have felt that feeling of vastness, like a sea of smoke, which is almost the same as...