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... p>Many eyes looked straight at the broken trunk.


They took in a rapid breath of the cool, fresh air of the woods.


Is this what a real big boss is like?


He’s pretty much a human-shaped Tyrant Bear!


“Gurgle~”


Silkworm Baby’s body curled up a little and trembled in fear.


The human-shaped bear is much scarier than Little Wind Horse!


Su Hao was also shocked.


But apart from the sh ...

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