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... rently wrapped around his throat and asked, “And what’s this supposed to be?”
“You…Just what are…?” the predator’s voice trembled.
The one getting shocked here should’ve been Sun Wukong, yet that role had been reversed.
“Just what the hell are you?!”
“I don’t want to hear that from a punk who uses a disgusting crap like this.”
Grip, rip, tear—
Sun Wukong simply used his hand strength to tear off the tentacle wrapped around his throat. T ...
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