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... en he felt the softness of the past, his hand jerked, and he almost did not throw the knives in his hand.
Fortunately, he controlled it, and the scorpion knives did not fly out, but slipped from his hands to the ground.
Because it just fell on a stone, there was a crisp sound in the collision.
Meng Ziyi heard a groan in the vague.
It is very small like a mosquito, but his ears are good and he can hear it clearly.
He reached out and tried to lick the knives, but ...
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