Julian Tao narrowed his eyes at him.
The two fought again, this time even more fiercely than before. The warlocks sitting on the steps halfway up the mountain were smoking cigarettes and feeling the roars coming from above with expressionless faces. The steps on the stairs were shaking, and I slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Fortunately, I didn't go looking for death.
And the other end.
Although Lu Shanming is old, his body has not degenerated or shrunk. He is holding a wooden plate, and Lu Yuebao, who is huddled on the wooden plate and is silent, has almost lost his breath, panics. Run towards the white tiger statue located in the west.
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