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MTL - White-Robed Chief - Chapter 18 prestige
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... die here?
She worked hard to clear away her thoughts, focused on swordsmanship, and struck out the gap.
"Brother, you go first!" She exclaimed.
Wu Chuli sighed, drew his sword out of the sheath, pressed the saddle, jumped into the air, dived down like a goshawk, and the sword was like electricity.
"Ahhh!" The screams rang out one after another, Zhao Ying felt a sudden lightness, removed most of the pressure, and quickly turned to look at him. Chu left his body like a ...
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