
Ye Hishuiapos;s Nigh
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author: 匿名
She wrinkled her nose. The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.,Time was of the essence. Ye Hiran suddenly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Two such weaklings, daring to confront her, a former agent who was once feared throughout the land How laughable!。