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... d, was about to roar up to the sky and smashed a few streets to celebrate, when he found himself being targeted by a malicious gaze.

   "What is this weird thing?"

   Shouhe looked at the Pangyan monster that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was stunned for a while, and then he was extremely unhappy.

   "That disgusting look, what do you want to do, this uncle is very angry just looking at it!"

   You must know that he Shouhe has never been afraid of anyone exce ...

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