The torch was bright, and everyone was grieving. Gong Yonggu was held in Wang Fuchen's arms. He was covered in blood, and his face was full of exhaustion from the long journey. Although he had no breath, his face was peaceful, his expression was very calm, and his eyes were wide. , as if looking up at something....
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