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... e movement.

is a completely numb face.

In the middle of the crowd.

Aunt Zhang held the injured Wang Yuheng, sitting on the edge of the flower bed, shaking.

She hurts!

Wang Yuheng has always been her pride. She has a good academic record since she was a child, and she is sensible. She finally got admitted to the best university in Jiangcheng, but she was interrupted by someone in the university!

The key is that these beasts are so powerful that they ...

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