Chapter 821 junxichen

Cangxi Confucian moon 3.1k words

"Squeak -" heard a mouse's roar, and the flower fainted completely.

and the black air on the countless black mice around them is again steaming. The rolling black air is like the black cloud rolling in the sky before the storm. In the black air, the countless black mice...

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