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... erritory!"
A flowing voice appeared. At the end of the field of vision, a dude disciple with withered hair and a cynical face walked over with a tremor. There is still a green grass in his mouth. They were all in silk, silk and brocade, without the slightest military appearance.
However, his cultivation level is not low, and in his early twenties, he has already reached the level of a general.
He looked up and down at Brother Fang Yue and Fang Lingxiao, with a scent of disda ...
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