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... athers, so it was easily cut open.

  Blood spattered, Little Jinpeng King let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground, and slid out for a long distance.

  There are shocking bloodstains on the ground, which is shocking.

   Xu Yun, who was dressed in black, was holding a three-foot-long pointed cone in her hand. She was very cold, and her whole body was jet black and shiny, but she was not stained with any blood.

  Her body was already soaked in the blood spattered by K ...

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