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... hed lightly: "However, with an eighth-level ability, you still dare to pretend in front of me."
Raising his hand, he grabbed it, and a ball of black gas surrounded Shi Moxuan's neck, like a pair of iron hands pinching Shi Moxuan's neck, Shi Moxuan couldn't help but couldn't breathe.
"You... What kind of power are you?"
How could there be such a power? Is it a demon?
Shi Minzhi lightly blew the dust on his fingers: "Why should I tell you?"
He hid this ...
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