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... It might take a long time to find me.”When Ji Zan said this, his brows were tightly knitted.

Fu Shinan nodded and did not ask any more questions. According to what Ji Zan said, there must be quite a number of people on Lingqu Mountain, and they were quite terrifying. I really don’t Imow why that madman said that Lingqu Mountain is the last hope. Could he be from Lingqu Mountain? Who would know if he was a normal person? But he didn’t look like it. If he was from Lingqu Mountain, Ji Zan w ...

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