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Carrying that huge black scythe, Chen Shaobai gloomily muttered to himself as he walked: "Damn it, I'm really holding my breath. I didn't kill it."
He turned his head to look at An Zheng, "You too, it was too early to stop us. None of those bastards can hit us, so why are you stopping us? Those women are obviously plotting against us to borrow a knife to kill. If they knew how powerful we are