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... of the prison guards are both physically and mentally chilly, and some are cold.
They looked up and looked at the barriers of **** in sight. One inch of the broken pieces turned into crystal fragments, spilling from the sky, like a cold rain, cooling their hearts and letting them from the soles of their feet. Underneath, there was a chill.
Before the prison guards, thousands of miles of battlefields.
The wind and sand rose, and the sand flew.
Scorpio.
As the ba ...
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