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About a moment of kung fu, the staleness of the land was warm and moving, and his whole body trembled, his face was no better than the lying on the ground.
Holding his forehead with his hand, Wen Qing's brow wrinkled, it seems extremely painful, but his face has a smile: "Haha, no matter how arrogant you have been, it is not fallen to the soul."
In the distance, the monk looked at Qin Mo, and one of his eyes could not tell the complexity. After the falling thunder sword ...
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