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... ficer, this person is going to kill!"
The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash it down.
Ye Siming used 70% of his strength.
Like an arrow from the string, the drunken man flew out far away and fell into a sword-making furnace.
Even the **** almost touched the hot pot!
He immediately fell and couldn't get up, and his mouth was screaming in pain: "Help, someone wants to kill me, help me report to the official!"
The people who wer ...
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