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... Han Fei was lost for words. “Seriously?”
Feng Xingliu abandoned the Giant Razor Clam and went straight for the calabash.
The razor clam took the opportunity to swish away, but he didn’t care.
“Hahaha! Feng Yu, Wang Han, I’ve got a spiritual treasure.”
The speed of the spiritual treasure was not slow. Feng Xingliu was chasing it in the void.
Someone shouted, “Humph, you think you can get this spiritual treasure? In your dreams!”
Someone triggered th ...
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