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Chapter 881 2 smell of death
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... p>So many devout Buddhists are eager to hope, how can they live up to it?
Struggling with the number of interest, Zong Shou suddenly bite the tip of the tongue, so that a large piece of plasma, blasted in the mouth.
Behind him, a blue mirror appeared, and the light flashed slightly, directly to the heart.
“Good noise!”
A cold voice made the Buddha's voice slightly retreat.
Zong Shouxin, and finally recovered a little clear.
But knowing that he is so will ...
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