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"You are a big black hand."
With these words, LanYuMian hands carefully held out a pet egg the size of a watermelon, from which came the faint five-Se color gas. The multicolored luster looks very low. Ye Feng is excited. He has fished pet eggs and identified them as Xing. Step flying mount (only) Describe the wild age of the Mongolian…
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The reason is that everyone can see that his physical strength is too strong! Some people think that Xiao Wen’s physical strength has reached the same level as that of the war magic, and some people think that Xiao Wen’s physical strength has surpassed that of the war magic. It is obvious to all that Xiao Wen knocked out the war magic with one punch.
How is it possible that the person who cultivates immortals has more physical body than the person who cultivates magic? It was really impossible, but it was possible after a small question from the celestial world. Who can know that his root of strengthening Dan medicine is the strongest Dan medicine in the world? It’s…
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The seventh ghost end Chapter one hundred and ninety Savior (3)
The water mark sank, saying, "I have heard that the world of Devil’s Pavilion Intelligence Network is well-deserved today." I paused and added, "Now that Devil’s Pavilion already knows our identity, you must know that we are here, right? I won’t beat around the bush-I hope you can temporarily stop the holy ghost continental war!…
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"Remember that is not because of your mother-in-law? I remember I did it later! " Shen Nuo replied
"You know, I matched successfully!" Liu Fei watched Shen Nuo reaction. "Matching success? That’s too … "Shen Nuogang excited to say that’s great, but looking at Liu Fei suddenly stopped. "Right? I don’t know what to choose now!" Liu Fei found Shen Nuo reaction as expected. "So … so what do you think now?" Shen…
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"Why will they leave?" Sophie Su some curious asked.
"That’s because …" The sound in my mind suddenly became hesitant, and even the red body of the red blood magic sword in my hand seemed to become more vivid. It took a while for the voice to ring in my mind again. "That’s because that hateful woman betrayed the great leader of Woma. She…
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This swing was a gift from Pan Hui when she condensed the first long lamp twelve years ago.
At the moment, as he did twelve years ago, he reached out and held the string by the swing, swaying gently as before, and the swing was in a trance. There was a small scarlet figure playing and a long red light followed the little man. The swing didn’t swing fast but it was steady,…
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