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Chapter 118 What about my sword?
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... ing, lost his eyes, muttered to himself.
"My sword? You gave me my sword..."
Xia Yan frowned, and closed the door and looked at the four people lying in the room.
When I came in, the only one standing was Mo Yan.
It’s hard to be done, is he doing it?
It’s impossible to think about it.
Even if the singer and the singer Wang Zhe are all eating bad stomachs, it is impossible to join hands and not be an opponent.
Silence, Wang Zhe, all lying in a pool ...
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