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... ong hair was a little messy, a little panting, and a few finger prints were clearly printed on the mirror-like forehead, which was extremely embarrassing for her.
"Yo, who is this, how did you sit on the ground? You fell? Did you panic and accidentally hit the wall?"
Ling Yun fell to the ground, standing about ten feet away in front of Ning Lingyu, a little overwhelmed, and his face was full of gloating.
But he was really shocked.
The Tiangang Fumo fist, with a force ...
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