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... else. By the way, in the center of the arena, there were also five 'domestic little heroic spirits' who had been researched to the point of being half-dead, collapsed to the ground.

Lang pushed in the door, found a vacant seat facing the four deans, sat up carelessly, leaned his arms on the backrests on both sides, raised his right leg and put it on his left knee, holding a black goat in his mouth. Cub

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