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... nd and broke his right leg. He didn't even have the strength to cry, let alone crawling forward. Bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he fainted in pain in a few seconds. In the past, Lu Gu, who saw this scene, couldn't even speak.

Everyone else was stunned, but Shen Xuanqing, who threw the wooden stick, was the calmest. He bent down and stretched out his hand under Huang Da's nose.

This second-rate idiot has a lot of luck.

"Shen Xuanqing, you!" Wei Lanxia ...

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