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... he has no leisure and ambition, and he just bows his head to blow the flowers.

  This is also a must for the contestants. After finding the Bawanglian and blowing off the buds, the whole Lotus Fragrance Festival can continue.

  Then you can cut the Overlord Lotus.

  The attacker was of course Fan Sheng.

  He also saw Jia Yu's actions, but the bet was made by Zhong Sunmou and He Lingchuan, whoever wins has nothing to do with him. His goal is only one:

   Kill He ...

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