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... help each other, the evil emperor, happy at the same time stop, abandon the war inside and outside Shiva, the two vacant and standing, facing each other, waiting...

Outside the city, countless people hold their breath and wait for the last moment to arrive;

Inside Shiva is a battle drum! Unusually lively!

The speed of the Central Plains group is extremely fast. Under the cooperation of many top players such as the wind chimes, the largest group of Persian gangs in power, th ...

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