A dream of yellow rice, a dream of yellow rice!
When Yan Chen woke up, he touched the cold tears on his face. He couldn't curse an absurd sentence.
Even if he no longer believed that the apocalypse in his dream was coming, there was a one in ten thousand possibility, so he could not rest assured and let Lu Tuo stay alone in the distance.
The hand-planted emperor VS the powerful emperor
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