the rhythmic clang of each hammer blow, a song of creation. With every strike, impurities were purged, and the metal within grew more unified, a harmonious whole taking shape.Under the powerful hammer...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀!eat, preparing for the competition. 。Recessional distance, one hundred meters 。The middle-aged man hovering in mid-air had already adjusted his state. 。Returned to tranquility. 。No matter how you say...
Chapter Twenty: Fusion