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the frogs around him grew stronger and stronger, like a weling team weling the arrival of a guest of honor. No...it should rather be like the funeral team sending him to the funeral. with death, they said goodbye to themselves.
“Ah!” Fang mu stomped through the air, grabbing his hands and feet here and there, trying to find support. but his body fell uncontrollably, falling, falling... falling to the bottom of the valley, falling to the bottom of the valley. Inside the cave.
when Fan mu wakes up again with injuries all over his body, he finds himself in a mysterious cave.
261 frogs in the dark
Fan mu got up from the ground. my whole body was groaning in pain, but I felt joy and happiness, just like I have for the rest of my life.
he looked up at the hole, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't crawl out. It's like a wall of thick fog covering your head. I couldn't see far, but I knew it had fallen from a height that would have killed me. however, luckily, he touched the cushioning material in the fog and survived.
Fang maki was sitting leaning against a nearby stone wall, counting the supplies left in his body as he rested.
Almost everything was lost, and the backpack was so worn out that it could no longer be used, but luckily everything in the bag was intact. besides what he has on his body, the only things he has with him are a bottle of mineral water, th
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