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... ain, his eyes were red, and he looked at Lingsi with a pitiful look. Like a little fox who was only shocked, he said a hug.

Ling Si’s heart was soft, and he quickly hugged him into his arms. He looked up and looked around and found that the two had entered the demon city. This demon city is like the ordinary market, with various shops and high clouds. Attic, surrounded by bright lights, bright as white, there are countless monsters coming and going.

There are many monsters in the w ...

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