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... pread completely, the spirit fish in the water seemed to smell the most delicious delicacy in the world, wagging its tail quickly, rushed over like the wind, and ate the drop of blood Exhausted.

There was a **** scar on the belly of the trevally. Holding his own meat in his hand, he used a bone knife to cut it as thin as a cicada's wing. The cut meat fell into puddles one by one .

   "Wow!"

  The water surface began to vibrate violently, and the jumping water droplets contin ...

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