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"Yunke, who are you?" Yun Ke just woke up from his sleep at that time, and outside the window, the Iron Guard City was ushering in another drunken morning.

When the first drop of water fell on the cliff, Ling Yun was destined to give up some of the things he once loved, even though it was all in the future. At least for Ling Yun now, the sunset will only be as gorgeous as fire, not as cold as blood. Take another look at the sunset, going down the mountain.

It will be night forever, and the country will be restless. Ming Xiaoliang didn't understand what the old wizard said, so he just nodded. This is not his world, this will be his world.