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... ned into coke, the completely disabled left hand is like a dead wood in spring. Like grow back.

Obviously, his current self-healing ability has reached the point of rebirth of a broken limb.

Being watched by a crowd of people, he spoke.

"You must be very curious about how the artifacts in the hands of Trieste's three palace masters came from."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help raising their spirits. In this battle with the extraterrestrial ra ...

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