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... afraid of anything, and despised all cowards. Even the last time he saw Zhang Xiaoloong holding the iron stick, he had always thought that a wise man would never fight when the odds were against him.
But now, from his heels to his hair, he was afraid. The wine that he drank not long ago flowed out from the gap between his legs and poured out a tube.
“Let him go.” This sound came from the glass roof.
Liu Changsheng and Ermao both heard a thunderous sound, because it belon ...
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