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... nd, the silence of silence, the invisible pressure is like the top of the lead cloud, which makes people breathless.
Zuo Mo’s eyes are as sharp as a sword, and he is not afraid.
"Put the dragon claws for me to drive, and die!"
The faint and majestic voice came from the chariot, and the sound seemed to have a different kind of magic, which could go straight into the heart.
"No one is dead!"
The rain was avant-garde and it was deafening, and everyone’s brain seem ...
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