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... gnited, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger, and he looked dangerously at Bei Qiu and said, "Jalan Beiqiu!"

Bei Qiu looked at him without fear, with a curved mouth, and said sarcastically: "Master Zhong is angry again? In fact, I think there is no need for Master Zhong to be angry. Look around here, in the territory of the blood race, What is the fate of human beings? You should be thankful that Xi Qiaozhen died so peacefully, otherwise, she would not be able to escape th ...

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