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... good book.

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However, after the happiness, we must start to consider the reality.

It’s not easy to pick up more than 900 blood Wujins. They all grow on the walls of the caves. The walls are tall and steep, nowhere to be stressed, and the following is the horrible magma. Going on will die.

Moreover, if you want to collect these more than 900 blood Wujin, you will have to spend at least a few days and nights. At that time, Ningning could not wait to enter the mine to f ...

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