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... e skin of his throat had already been cut by the claw.
Originally, he subconsciously wanted to swallow, but he forcefully stopped under the threat of death, afraid that if he swallowed, his throat would touch that claw.
The Golden-Scaled Tiger King looked at Lan Hao, who was lying motionless on the ground. It opened its bloody mouth, bared its fangs, and slowly brought its mouth in front of Lan Hao.
“Ahhh!”
Lan Hao only felt a slight warm feeling in his pants. The ...
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