speed of Qi condensation.With the boiler worker's help, Lu Cheng condensed three white nine-star **[Lingqi]** in three hours and placed them on the card slot of the **[Qihai]**. That purple four-star..."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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After updating the content, please refresh the page to get the latest update! when you're feeling down, you always want to listen to some music, rightThe sound of the qin ripples outward.In the distance, the towering light of three temples has faded.Lu Cheng and Mei Gui looked...