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... surged from the stomach, wanting to rush to freedom from the throat.
I don't know how long it took, maybe only a second, or maybe a day, Mo Cheng struggled to get up from the ground, covering his head as if hit by a dump truck traveling at 200 per hour.
"Does this mean that I was not injured by a dump truck when I crossed, and now I am making up for it?"
The eyes began to focus, and things gradually became clear. At the same time, the breath of the deep sea washed over the w ...
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