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... no longer a one-hit kill.
The prophet's body began to become flexible, flexible enough to avoid Mo Cheng's attack, and even the strength...
"Young Master, get up quickly, it's our turn to patrol."
"Where am I?"
Qin Hu sat up in a daze, feeling his body was cold, and there was still a strong wind blowing outside, and suddenly felt strange.
"Oh, young master, why are you confused? We are in the barracks. It's our turn to stand guard at this time. No matter what, ...
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