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Chapter 87 The Breath of Death(2/11)





Suddenly



�1

Just not

��

What is it

What kind of stuff?



From her eyes

Forward call

Yelling

�By�



�Slashed through the sharp

�Di�





�She

�Border�



�A lightly fell



Hair



Leave it on her

�On the head





Sun Jia swept it mechanically

Eye

You

A few hairs on the head



�Eye

Eyes

�Slowly shocked

�The sky wide



�Head one

Blank



�Be careful

They are trembling rapidly





Looking back

Look�



�1

Only black pen



�The one behind her deeply

White face on the wall



The wall is broken

one

It's big





Tsing



Just now



She's one short



� � �



The pen pierced the head











one

The death of the array

Cage

Cover her





Her post

Looking back after a while



�Look at moving

Ruan Xi's wrist



�Exquisite
To be continued...
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