�

�Tick.

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.

.

.

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�Positive

Searching hard

Wang Wangshu, who had a flaw in the silver dragon, suddenly felt something

So wet

��

The liquid fell on his face

�

�The left hand couldn't help but feel a little

Touch

�

�Oh�

�

�

Original

Come is one

Drops of rain

�

At this time

It's actually raining

�

�

Wang Wangshu thought to himself

�

�Eye

God moves forward slightly

cast a glance

�

�

True

Yes

Mold

�

Waiting

�A fight

When

�1

Determine

Rush forward

Just go up the ground

�

�This half slope adds

�The rain is not

How good is spell casting

�

�

�

�Tick.

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.

�

Another

The raindrops fell down

�

�Drop on Wang Wangshu's magic sword�

�

�Follow

The inscriptions on the magic sword are slowly

��

�The mix of

Blood left on the sword body

Stain

�

�The most

Finally formed on the tip of the sword

Light red blood

Beads

�

�The bright red looks very beautiful

�

�Slowly blood

The beads gradually lengthen.

.

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�

�Tick.

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To be continued...