C1992 The Cold Smoke of the Besieged

"That's it?" Shen Wuqing asked.

"Right here." Han Yan nodded.

The conversation seemed short, but Han Yan had already finished what he wanted to say. Seeing that God had stopped talking, she did not want to stay either. She turned around as if she wanted to leave.

"Halt!" The heartless voice of a god came from behind her.

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