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... e in the Mojito Kingdom. Before, we had to sneak into a dark place deeper than the revolutionary army."

“…”

The cold Ximen Chuixue said that he had no interest in these.

********

That is when Aizen and Ximen Fuxue destroyed the stronghold.

The revolutionary army on the great white-earth island of Baldigo has finally made up their minds.

"The next target is the Mojito Kingdom!"

Officers' meeting.

Under the surprised eyes of the revolutionary ...

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