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... hook, and then, an extremely curious style appeared in front of his eyes.
I saw the fat on Yan Sifu's belly peeking out of his clothes, like rubber, extending in front of Xu Fuling, blocking Zhou An's pan.
The pan touched the fat meat of Yan Sifu. Zhou An frowned and shook it.
The next moment, a resistance appeared on the pan, and the fat was actually resisting its own weight.
“It hurts, hurts, hurts!”
Yan Sifu shouted several words of pain, and he block ...
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