"Wait! You already have the ability to leave the slums, right? You are not leading me into the octagonal seal, are you? You madman, I will be polluted!"
Ruan Ziying quickly gave herself several layers of natural blessings.
"Don't be nervous, I know you have something to deal with pollution, and we are now underground, a little resistant to the pollution outside."
"You madman, you need to pay more."
Ruan Ziying thinks Fang Heng is crazy
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