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... s ancestors of chaos could not help but lose face.

Zhou Heng shook his finger and said, "I am naturally a human, and a person who likes to eat divine beasts!"

As soon as the ancestor wrinkled his skin, the saint never said anything about eating him! Although confused, Hongyue had gnawed him and gnawed him, but he had not cut a dog leg to eat.

——Mainly, his filthy appearance is too appetite, so that both Lutian and Hongyue have lost their appetite.

"The evil comes out ...

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