The three of them responded, and Li Wanrong and Mu Kexin quickly rushed to the battlefield.

Huang Yaocen did not leave.

She didn't know where to take out a blood jade short straw, and immediately placed it between her plump and plump peach lips.

Huang Yaocen lowered his eyes, as if he was planning something.

Her clothes and long hair moved without any wind, and the subtle fragrance floated around, lingering on Gu Changsheng's breath.

After a few moments, the beautiful pink lips moved slightly, and the clear and melodious sound of the flute came from the short whistle and floated into the distance.

It is like the gurgling water, clear and long, and like the faint and hard-to-find wind in the mountains. It is gentle and mellow with a little desolation, which makes people fascinated.

Looking at her moist and glossy lips, Gu Changsheng was slightly in a trance.

On the battlefield in the distance, souls floated up from the wolves. The wolves with lost souls instantly became like sculptures, motionless, allowing the demon ants to slaughter them.

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