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... of a violent wilderness.
Immediately, the poem broke into his mind, like a giant hand grabbing an ice scorpion into his head and vigorously tumbling. Xu Xingzhi’s headache was sore and squeaky, and he only wanted to drink his mouth to pour out the dark fire burning in his chest.
Who wants him to just make a move to get up, one hand will hold his rocky stiff waist muscles, and scorned twice: "Brother, what do you want?"
One of Xu Xing's mouths felt that the exhaustion of the ...
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