Chapter two thousand six hundred and seventeen sorrow of the dead

Written on a Rainy Night 1.8k words

The man was stunned and asked Xiao Ling in a deep voice.

"I've cured the child's illness, but, hey, isn't there any spirit grass in the longevity gate? I want some! "

Xiao Ling chuckled, then explained with a confident look.

GA!

tianlingcao?

it turns...

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