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... the next move on the throat, apparently I want to get to the extreme, but my heart is still weighing...

He slammed his eyes and pushed his hands out. He said hard: "Lei brother, the younger brother is not the one who has forgotten the righteousness... I have no place to put it... You... I still..."

Lei Tiantian showed a faint smile, and his right hand was wiped on the left hand ring.

A fruit appeared on the table.

A fruit that is only the size of a finger and has a b ...

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