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... n in a naturally relaxed squatting posture, from a distance, you can feel the ferocity of this tiger, its powerful attack power hidden under its fur.
Zheng Weidong held the saber on the buckled waist with his hand, his indifferent and delicate eyebrows were cold, his slender fingers carried a little frequency, and he slowly tapped the scabbard.
Guo Chaoming was looking at the dense jungle in the southeast, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
The two waited here for a long ...
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