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Zhang Qiu just breathed a little, the skin under his hand moved, cold and hard bone he distinctly touched, was the hand.
Suddenly the hairs on his back stood up, Zhang Qiu dared not move any more, but the other side did not move any more, and stood still for a moment. The moment was so slow that Zhang Qiu thought it would take at least a few minutes, but in two or three seconds, his brain was running at top speed, his eyes were slightly adapted to the dark, the metal text ...
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