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... he middle of the cliff. I didn't think that Xuanyuan ink flew directly.
Just flew up the cliff, Xuanyuan ink smelled a touch of **** smell, brows frowning, closed eyes and felt the direction of the wind, turned and went against the wind.
As Xuanyuan ink keeps approaching, the morning in the cave slams openly, and the darkness of the scorpion instantly passes a sharp light. Looking at the teenager who was still sleeping, the morning flashed a touch of decisiveness, and got up and di ...
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