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... tching into the pitch-black sky.
Deep in the night fog, the silhouette of the prey appeared, slender, with strands of hair floating in the air.
Qin Ming wanted to mimic the Red Squirrel and shout: Dammit!
He looked at Old Man Liu, could it really be as he said?
Qin Ming gritted his teeth and pulled hard on the fishing line, continuing to fish for the prey in the night sky.
In the black mist, the slender figure was faintly discernible, with loose hair gradu ...
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