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The cold city is deep and locked in the autumn, and there are thousands of dreams and nights flowing. The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei,

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"A conspiracy that started from the beginning of the world, and masters disappeared one by one. Why did the Holy Emperor fight with others? Why did the continent split into several pieces? What could a young man named Diaosi who came unexpectedly from the outside world bring? Young Master Qin said: "If you have the guts, you will die for me." Young Master Qin said: "Young Master, I specialize in all kinds of dissatisfaction." Young Master Qin said: "Don't think that because you look like me, I have to call you uncle." Chachacha said: "You can't be too Qin Mu! ""

It was midnight in February 1945. Harbin Jile Temple is immersed in mysterious darkness. Now. An unusual thing was happening in the main hall. "Put it up, put it down, slow down, slow down! Put it up, put it down..." Following Abbot Yiru's soft command, the heavy black coffin made a "creaking" sound. As the cable is lowered, it slowly disappears at the entrance of the cave. Sinking downwards... The wind was freezing outside, the stars were pale, hard ice particles and snowflakes were blown all over the sky by the strong wind, and the pale world trembled in the roar of the wind. Occasionally, a few whistles came, the sharp sound was like dissatisfaction with the severe cold of this midwinter, and it sounded like crying.

Blue Star Doomsday Crisis, Where Should Humanity Go? Survive or perish, this is a question worth thinking about!