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... ines, the Seven Devils close their eyes, his arms seem to have Growing up with the vines, the long hair is like a bunch of vines behind the back, and the feet are tied by the vines, and they can't move.

"Ha ha ha..."

A magical Luo vibrates the wings, holding a sharp spear in the hand and staying in front of the Seven Devils. With a spear, he picks up the vine and looks at the appearance of the Seven Devils. He smiles with a sharp voice: "The Seven Devils, you listen. When I arrived ...

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