The torrential rain fell from the sky like a torrent.

Xue Zhi squatted far away on a tree, biting his lips from time to time.

— She has never been so worried about a person.

"Don't die... If you die, even if I am not tortured by the hostess, I will be forced to be sent to the world of death by the law of karma to accompany you..."

As she thought this way, her heart felt bitter.

usually-

When monks deal with the catastrophe, they will ask divination in advance

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