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Chapter 47 A bit of sand sculpture(2/2)

They are more at a loss than happy.

Whether it is a monster or a few human races, they all know that such an attack cannot directly kill this monster.

The facts are the same as they expected.

"Really, I'm just saying hello to you, why did you all suddenly attack them?"

The smoke and dust rolled in between.

A young man grabbed the back of his head and walked out alone.

The clothes on his body became torn and his exposed skin was blackened. Although he looked quite embarrassed, he would find that even though he was charred, he would find that although he was charred, he actually had no trauma.

This is surprising enough.

The most shocking thing was that he was holding a few things on both hands.

After a closer look, it was the magic weapon they had just squeezed out.

After enduring their full attack, he not only did not suffer a certain amount of damage from half a Ding, but he also had the remaining strength to capture their magic weapon.
Chapter completed!
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