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... , "Here in the past, all are the witnesses who want to pursue the ultimate avenue. However, the number of places on the avenue road is limited, and many people can only be blocked in the middle, waiting for the next avenue opportunity to appear. For a long time, there has even formed a starry sky..."

"What do you mean?" Di Jiu frowned a little, and proved himself on the road, what quota would he want? Could it be that there are people who cannot control the road to the avenue?

Di J ...

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