The cold wind was blowing, and the whole sky was lonely.


    But amidst this solitude, there were wailing screams that kept ringing out.


    The cry was filled with shock, anger, shame, hatred and other emotions.


    The complex is like an overturned paint pot, and various colors are mixed into it.


    I saw the man in black armor covered in thick armor penetrated by the thick and long gun.


    The whole person was lifted up.


    At first glance, it looks like Tie Qian


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