Wizarding Immortal

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On the desolate path, the crimson red sun was emitting light and heat, illuminating the surroundings.

In a place where the plants were flourishing, a slight sound gradually came from the front.

Ka!

The long procession was moving forward. The wheels of the carriage collided with the stones on the roadside from time to time, making sounds of collision and causing the carriage to shake from time to time.

The coachman at the front was a middle-aged man with hands full of calluses. After noticing that the carriage was shaking from the stones, he carefully looked at the back of the carriage, as if he was a bit afraid of waking up the person behind him.

At the back of the carriage, a boy was lying on the golden hay in Silence. There were a few open wound

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