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... Bro... Do you actually need me to pull you off the pigeon’s back?"
"Do you think you’re talking to yourself? Always mocking me, looking down on someone?"
Ji Minghuan mumbled and slowly, carefully stood up from the back of the pigeon, then deliberately slipped and cried out as he fell, sliding right off the pigeon’s back.
Su Zimai froze for a moment.
Ji Minghuan’s figure plummeted straight down from a hundred meters high, his rapidly twisting form reflected in the ...
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