Chapter 875: Those Who Take What Is Given

"Confucius said: When gold and wood are attacked, things take on their forms. In the world there is no tool for profit, just as Bian and An skillfully employ their craft""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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After updating the content, please refresh the page to get the latest update!.The dancer, whose neck was knotted from hours of movement and whose lips had just finished singing a sweet melody, could no longer utter a single note.The man in the yellow robe's body appeared to be...