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Chapter 7 The battle of the beast, the bet on the ginseng fruit tree
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... r 300 years, he managed to escape, and he really didn’t want to die so tragically.
The iron ring that does not slip away in autumn is rising in the wind.
Zhang Ming reached out and snapped his fingers.
The fierce mandrill suddenly escaped the suppression of the Taiqing Talisman, jumped into the air, and passed through the iron ring with his head, and then with a "bang", his feet fell firmly on the ground.
"Ouch—"
It clenched its fists and beat its o ...
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