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... not be left here.
"Hey." A flying shot, a black man seems to be hit by a fist in the chest, the whole back flies out, hitting the phoenix tree behind him.
At the same time, the black men in the southeast and the west, a spurt of blood, the whole softened.
Drops of blood, sprinkled on the ground, green and green.
One face, four deaths and three injuries.
Yun Zhao sat on the stone bench, holding the folding fan in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
The bla ...
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