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... d spring.
A strange roar sounded, and the tone was so strange that it was difficult for even a learned man who specialized in foreign languages to recognize it. It was a language that had long since died.
But the general idea is, "Who? Stealing my power!"
At this time, in the depths of the secluded spring, in the suppression circle, Qing Qinan was chatting and laughing with Wu Lao.
Even if Xu Daoran left, the eruption of Youquan was more than halfway through, and it ...
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