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... pointed me."

The old man looked at Jingle Spring Water and said softly.

Jingle Chunshui said with a smile: "But you didn't hurt me, didn't you?"

But his voice fell, and awkwardly, the old man appeared in front of Jingle Spring Water, there was a light wing behind him, a hand appeared in his left hand, and the right hand muzzle was aimed at Jingle Spring Water.

"Ok?"

Jingle spring water glimpsed, but the gun sacred out of the sacred, hit his head.

boom.

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