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... t he is yelling. He subconsciously tells the name of the old man.
"Ha ha……"
Su Shi smirked, as crisp as a silver bell, while her palms were forced, and the wrist that was caught gave the same crisp sound.
The palms were mixed with blood and blood, and the **** picture was matched with the soft laughter of Su Shi. It was so irritating that Xuan’an had a layer of goose bumps.
The middle-aged monk refused to be astonished and refused to be pinched off his right hand. ...
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