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... Is the Primordial Spirit
Next day, early morning.
Zhang Fan awoke from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes, the sound of an argument from downstairs next door quietly entered his ears, accompanied by hurried breathing.
"The bigger the pipe, the more water comes out; if your pipe is too small, you can’t blame them for not having water."
A woman’s voice filled with resentment sounded, accompanied by silent breaths.
After devouring the Evil Gods, Zhang Fan’s Pr ...
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