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... ready quite strong, and does not reduce his speed. Tang San also relied on him to quickly restore his mental strength. In the environment of blue and silver grass everywhere, although the mental power has been hit hard, the recovery speed is extremely amazing. In the case where the blue-silver field only acts on itself, the energy of the blue-silver grass, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, constantly flows into the body to make up for his consumption. Of course, on the surfac ...

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