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... t that no one cares about, the sound of flesh colliding with tree trunks resounded.

   Listening to that voice, the strength is getting stronger every time.

   Throughout the morning, the voice never stopped.

  During lunch, I took a short break.

   Soon, it rang again.

   It lasted until the evening, when the sun went down.

  With the help of the deep blue liquid of the Sun Moon Mirror, Luo Qingzhou now tempers the film more quickly.

   Not afrai ...

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