Gold Medal Mediator

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    ????Eight, sixteen, twenty-four, thirty-two…

    ???? The color of thunder and lightning changed from dazzling white to thick silver, and finally, as if to avoid affecting more living beings, the falling thunder gradually deepened the color, light purple, dark Purple, purple-black—

    ???? The thunder has rang to the 63rd!

& nbsp; Can withstand this destructive thunder!

    ???? This is the mine that will kill the monk!

    ???? However, no one knew that just as the last tribulation thunder fell, a voice sounded in the sky:

    ???? "What way do you practice?"

    ???? Xingyin looked up at the sky, looking at the darkness in the rolling thunderclouds, even if there was not much skin left on her body at the moment, her clothes were turned to ashes, and her body was exposed. There were many bones and flesh that had been charred black by lightning.

    ???? But her eyes are still as bright as ever:

    ???? "If you kill me, I will die for love, but I can still live from love to death!"

    ???? "Life after life, I live only for what I love, and die for what I love!"

    ???? "Even if I am not a person, a ghost, a ghost, a ghost, or a spirit, I still have love!"

    ???? "My way, not the way of becoming an immortal, is unique to me!"

    ???? "I repair—"

    ???? "Most Love!"

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