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... hope that the new generation of palace owners and disciples are under pressure.
Nowadays, the small world is covered with dark clouds, and a heavy, sad atmosphere is permeating, and a series of crying resounds through the sky.
On top of a lonely peak, Hua Xiaogui looked like a scorpion, holding a sacred spirit, and sipped a few mouthfuls. He sighed in the sky, "Don't you say that you are not dead, true dragon? How are you? Will it die? All this must be fake, right?".
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