.

Five hundred Mi Zhaowen's whole body blood

Liquid boiling

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�The fighting spirit is condensed

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He had already expected his spear to pierce through the silver moon

The curtain

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Yes

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Ankle one

Cold Sha

Room

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Can't feel your left foot

�

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When the left leg follows

Swinging and stepping on the ground again

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A feeling of complete loss of force

Hope

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�It makes Zhaowen unable to help

Lower your head

�

But see

one

Only

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� Actually

Leaning tightly on the calf

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�Own ankle

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Blood

�

�Fuzzy�

�

Leg bones exposed

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And it has been bitten

A void

Oral

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Beast Controller

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In a panic

�

�He suddenly

Realize what

Is it

�

�

He looked up suddenly

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Pupil retraction

��

�

In the field of vision

�

�1

A black man

�Moment

�Zoom in

�

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And this

�Black light�

�

�It's running

Come from my own face

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To be continued...