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... these two people. If you find them, take them back to pay for your sins. If not, you can kill them. It ’s shameless to die, the fact that I am here in Yixian Sect! ”

"Observe!" The elder stepped away, not because he didn't want to hold them back, but the leopard girl didn't trust herself at the time. If she took the initiative to fight the two, if the leopard girl didn't help, wouldn't she ask for help? Bitter? He also felt that the thin man was not strong, and the brave man did indeed e ...

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