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... and twelve, eight hundred and eighty-seven... The blood line inside Su Ming’s body, under his will, immediately hides at an alarming rate, with It is hidden, and the impulse to dust inside his body is also suppressed by life.
"If you can't control yourself when you open the dust, how can you decide your own destiny!" Su Ming's eyes flashed, and the blood line inside the body was hidden again.
At this moment, with Su Ming's blood line disappearing one by one, with the impulse to cle ...
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