C153 Dragon Slaying(1)
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The White Silk Boots slowly stepped over a puddle of water and walked towards a path of water.
At the end of the water path was a worn-out coffin, as well as a tattered corpse that looked like a child that had been ruined by a devilish brat.
Cough, cough, cough.
That corpse struggled to spit out blood bubbles, but his head was already gone..