The smoke and dust dissipated, bricks, tiles and stones piled up into mountains, the sky was gray and dull, and the cold wind blew by, rolling up dust all over the sky, blurring people''s vision, and feeling desperate and helpless in their hearts.


    Xiao Yao stared blankly ahead, he could clearly see that at the gate of the community, a small immature hand was stuck between the stone slabs, stretched out high, as if calling for help silently.


    "why why?"


    Yang Yi''s face was pale, and he murmured: "We have arrived


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