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... uture. It looked like the head of the Egyptian Pharaoh's scepter.

But the big pineapple obviously doesn't care, because the helmet's attributes are really good, not only the defense coefficient is as high as C-, but also has 2% full-energy energy defense.

"is acceptable!"

The wind replied.

When he said this, he felt that his voice was a little wrong, and how did his body feel a bit hot?

"Hey? Old wind, how bad your face is, it won't be sick."

The big pin ...

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