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Chapter 471 : Ghost of the Age
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... pear was standing in front of him.
The slightest coldness came from the spearhead, and he raised his head in horror, and saw the shriveled red mask, which was also looking down at him, showing sharp teeth, as if laughing strangely, mocking him same.
The spear that saw was about to be stabbed.
"Don't, don't kill me, please, please." The Turkic general sat paralyzed and said in ambiguous Mandarin.
The spear stopped on his throat, the wind blowing on his cheeks, a drop o ...
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