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... were silent.

Prince Ino took the lead on the wall, looked up, and under the banner was the familiar silver armor and silver helmet, with a straight waist and an 88-kilogram sword, just like a never-wearing gun in his horse, sword eyebrow Pick, cold star flashed.

I'm her, that's her.

He could not help but smile, the white teeth, like the sharp teeth of a hungry wolf, waved his hand, bowed to the crossbowman, Zhang bowed an arrow, and pointed at the soldiers carrying giant wo ...

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