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... s before, with an endless stream of tourists every day.
But in fact, it is an undercurrent!
Under the tallest building in the center, Abel stood proudly holding a ghost pill.
Surrounding him were dozens of corpses trampled under his feet.
"Weak, too weak."
"Do you dare to learn how to plant flags with such a little bit of strength?"
Abel curled his lips in disdain, and then signaled the people behind him to come over and clean the battlefield.
Aft ...
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