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... otation, like a curved mirror reflecting Han Xiao’s closeness. Jun Jun, the bullet turned a few laps, reached the highest point, and then swayed down, at this moment, a drop of brilliant red blood splashed, like a precise sniper, just hit the fallen bullet.
Snapped.
When the fingers were closed, the bullets were caught, Han Xiao spread his palms, the bullets lie quietly in the center of the black mech gloves, and the cold metal was dyed with a warm red.
Not far away, the two ...
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