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... Discrete, he was meditating silently. The 264 blood lines on his body were only ten bleak, and the rest were all full of vitality.
More than a year, a large number of South Discrete, finally let him the serious injury and hidden dangers, gradually calm down for more than a year, he will always think of the Horde, think of the Agong, think of Xiaohong, think of Bai Ling.
There is also Lei Chen.
Su Ming didn't know what the tribes are today. I don't know if Xiaohong is still ...
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