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... nsed a translucent faucet, and opened his mouth to bite Lin Sheng's right palm.
Huh! !!
The dragon's head was scattered by huge force, and Lin Sheng's right palm was weak, and his speed slowed down.
"Purple soul!" The motorcyclist man on the side stretched out his hands and pressed it on Lin Sheng's palm like lightning.
Circles of purple silk flew out of him out of nowhere, and a few stings bound Lin Sheng's body.
The purple silk thread seemed to be endless. It ...
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