he City Lord of Mist crouched by the water's edge, laying out cards one by one."Lord! Your military card is here!!! ""I don't know," Lu Cheng spread his hands."Was the Holy Land destroyed" The City Lo..."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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