Chapter 1946 temperature and cold

Running snail 2.0k words

Holding the hilt tightly in his hand, Wen Leng stabbed directly at the shadow in front of him. There was a faint blue light at the tip of the sword, and even the space was a little blue light.

"Ding!" The black shadow suddenly stopped, and the red sword...

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