Chapter 875: Those Who Take What Is Given

e ground when the tiny light in her hand shrunk back a fraction in the cold wind.The match on the snow instantly plunged into darkness."Oops!" The little girl immediately withdrew her hand nervously,..."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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