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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-two The Chinese Primordial Person is nothing but this?(2/2)

what is that!?

talent?

secretary?

treasure?

Cao Liuliu hurriedly took out another blue pill and swallowed it with a gurgle.

In an instant, a lot of the force was restored, but that terrifying power was like a pump, constantly extracting the force and life force from his body, with no sign of stopping.

Cao Liuliu panicked.

Shocked!

I swallowed the blue pills one by one, but I couldn't control the rapidly disappearing vitality and original force. It was like a big hole in the boat. No matter how I scooped water out, it was useless. Instead, it soaked deeper and deeper, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

what to do?

What should he do!?

etc!

Why does he have to stay where he is and suffer?

Although the suction is very sticky, it is not binding!

"ah!"

Cao Liuliu ran wildly, but at this time it was too late to react. His injured and weak body reached its limit, his head roared, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Chapter completed!
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