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... ugh those who will step on the water Ring of purple oil boots.

The purple cloaks strode through the blood, and the tip of the enchanting sword under the cloak flashed blood. They stepped on the crimson footprints and walked into the hall to enter the backyard, with a **** and windy cloak purple. A roll of shadows, like a nightmare to the poems of Li Jiazhai.

"Hey."

The sound of the sole of the shoe sticking to the blood, knocking out the sound of dull and slamming, the sound ...

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