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... r skin! !!

In a short blink of an eye, the dark blue liquid penetrated, and Qian Lingfeng's fingers started to freeze! !! !!

I was shocked in my heart, a kind of unlucky feeling that the bird **** on the head walking away from nothing, Qian Lingfeng's heart ran through 100,000 grass and mud horses! !!

"I fuck, it won't be so bad !!!"

I felt some numb fingers, Qian Lingfeng was a little surprised, and thought of Liu Zhu and Zhang Kaiwei who were frozen into ice sculptu ...

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