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... ly ash, by the altar The wind is going away.
"I will avenge you." Yan Yan looked at the figure of Su Ming formed by the blood of the big man in the air, nodded.
Han Feizi frowned, her eyes condensed on this figure, she felt that this person seems to have a familiar feeling, but can not remember how it feels.
"The patriarch, this person is handed over to Mayfair, he killed my people, I will pick him up." Han Feizi whispered, the voice was as cold as ever.
"Alright, but ...
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