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... g spirit soared to the skies!

Qin Shou looked at Niu Dali with his bloodshot eyes and could only think that this guy either forgot his medicine last night or got his head squeezed by the doorframe this morning... Damn, that’s a pretty fresh and refined reason for a fight, utterly senseless... No, it was completely illogical, fighting for the sake of fighting!

With a reason like that, you could shock the Earthlings, beating the strongest reason from a Northeasterner: "What are you ...

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