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... Feng Chuge is still facing the devil.
"Goddess, do you think about it? Are you going with me, or do you want your son to die?" The devil is very embarrassed. When he speaks, there is no room for a little bit. Of course, he is not willing to give Fengchu a little bit of room.
The fists on both sides of the Fengchu song are tighter and tighter until the fingertips are embedded in the palm of the hand, and the brows are not wrinkled.
Pain?
Undoubtedly, it is painful.
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