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... red, and the stone was forcibly split in half.

  Shen Xu who was the closest was shocked by this scene, he didn't expect Xiao Juan's internal strength to be so profound.

  Xiao Juan grabbed his collar and dragged him up from the ground.

   "Go quickly."

  They ran with all their might, and finally hid behind the earthen wall before the second batch of stones came crashing down.

  Luo Pingsha has been waiting here with the military doctors for a long time.

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