" The elder, named Ji Li, patted the dry grass on his body."Sigh." The Moke family member let out a light sigh, stopped speaking, and only silently gathered the arrows from the battlefield.Lu Cheng ce..."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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