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Don’t wait for Wen Zhong to speak and tell da ji to rise up. Finally, a little magic will be used to fuel the country. Ying Zheng will be dragged into it and staggered up. Not far away, Yanshou glances and smiles like flowers.
Wen Zhong gently sighed and hung the dragon golden whip around his waist, and took Wu Dao in his palm as thin as cicada's wings, and ShaQi filled his head…