In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,If there is an afterlife, I will repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, so that he will never be reborn.,From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.。
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