I went back to the brothel and brushed the cobwebs, but I was worried about Dai's confrontation with Ling Bo. I also know how fierce the struggle between the old and the new is, and I dare to weave to

I went back to the brothel and brushed the cobwebs, but I was worried about Dai's confrontation with Ling Bo. I also know how fierce the struggle between the old and the new is, and I dare to weave too many elements in my hand. From:

Guyi

I went back to the brothel and brushed the cobwebs, but I was worried about Dai and Ling Bo. I also know how fierce the dispute between the old and the new is, and I dare to put more cloth on my hand.

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