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... ince Liumu who was yelling. At this time, his eyes were red, and he didn't have the joy of breaking through, but with infinite intention of killing, he planned to kill the person who escaped in front.

Although the infant Sacred Heart Dan is powerful, it can eliminate all evil thoughts, but it cannot resist the anger in the heart at this moment.

I never dreamed that someone would hide in the old nest, and **** away his most important puppet and the ring for holding things!

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