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... ow to the core, but she was his nightmare. He had deceived his body just by using some “Little Fishy” …

As he thought of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

That’s right, that was how she came. The third time she came, she said that if I beat you, I would have you as my mount. If I lost, those little fish would be yours.

Why? f𝐫ee𝘄ℯ𝚋no𝐯𝐞l.c𝘰m

The White Tiger suddenly opened its eyes wide and roared at Gu Qianye: “Why!”

Then he rushed forw ...

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***

The Midland world was full of wonders.

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