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... tion a hundred times, and now it looks good.”

He said he pinched a hand on the bald head’s arm again, and the bald head suddenly killed a pig like screaming, “If you have the ability to kill me, do not torture me again.”

“This will not work? Just now not also bragged to me X that swords and sorcery over, what formation have seen?”

Tang Han hit several consecutive punches in the bald body, the pain he screamed are not human movement, how miserable to be more miserable.

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