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... ing me a few cups of coffee, or I’ll beat the crap out of you."
Niu Ma threatened.
"Got it."
He waved his tentacles and took out the damaged Dragon Fishing Rod.
"???"
Ghost Hand pointed at the Dragon Fishing Rod, his mouth agape.
Where’s my beer bottle? My big, green beer bottle?
Liu Zheng gave it an apologetic look but said nothing more.
Last time, Ghost Hand was burned by Si Xue’s golden liquid, so it should be able to recognize h ...
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