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... like the night vision glasses at night. Feeling, look closely is a group of black and green "fog", rising from the water, slowly flowing upwards and east.

"God!"

For the first time, Xie Yuqing saw such a spectacular scene and was shocked on the spot.

Ye Shaoyang said: "So I said, this is not a sinful thing, at least not a wicked thing."

"Maybe not the general evil?"

"The second class of evil things is not good, I want to make such a big battle, unless the ghost ...

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