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... ction Sword had already been spawned. But for the 90-100 milk riding intelligence shield dropped by the last brainless roar, he has been carrying the gold group for more than a month, and there is no elastic ordinary hero, and he didn't even seriously brush his own trumpet.

"Don't worry about it, War Song." Someone in YY heard Zhan Zhixing's constant muttering, and couldn't help complaining, "You have a sword of destruction, a wall shield, and a hero's war hammer. The brainless roar is ab ...

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