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... the blood is turned into a **** light, falling into the hands of Su and forgetting, saying with deep meaning: "This is the return of the original."

As the saying goes, Fang Yuan’s pupils are shrinking. “You said that the anti-blood beads not only remembered the memories, but also recorded the previous pictures?”

Su Shi smiled and said: "Nature, otherwise how can I know the owner's news?"

Su did not forget to listen to some arrogance, and the subconsciousness of the gods was ...

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