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... rrow iron bridge. The area has expanded a lot.

"What is going on?" Someone couldn't help but ask, "Is this bird a konjac?"

Look at this posture, as if you are using your body as part of the bridge, so that they can pass quickly.

Because they are too many people, and this cable bridge looks like it has existed for a long time. If it is a one-on-one, the time is not to say, the bridge is likely to be overwhelmed.

Looking at the squatting look of the crowd, the flesh see ...

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