C68 noonday convulsion

In the dead of night, besides the cries of the Nightingale, there was only the clanging sound of the hoe and the earth left in the small forest.

It was at this moment that Song Liang, who was lying on the side, stood up straight as if he had suddenly extorted a corpse.

The two only felt a black shadow flash past their ears. "Are you guys trying to dig a hole and bury yourselves?"

In their eyes