"Pfft!"


    The silver lynx fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, causing a burst of smoke.


    Its beautiful hair, with traces of scorch, is filled with the smell of flesh and blood, and the blood is flowing from the wound. The picture is extremely miserable.


    To tell the truth, the scorched meat with the smell of blood, for the desert lynx clan, who are furry and drinking blood, is tantamount to the full feast of Manchu and Han!


    But the problem is... this silver lynx that has been harmed beyond recognition


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