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"I can’t help it. Haha"
"Poof, the worst and most wronged host in history is really gone." "wronged Baba pao ge" "Good guns don’t cry and touch their heads." Okay, I’m back. Chapter four hundred and ninety-nine Send welfare to dig a sinkhole On the other side of Weibo, he is still voicing that he is not afraid of being…
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By tracking jesse’s invisible paper man, I know that jesse rushed to a remote house.
There is a woman in that house who looks like jesse. jesse calls that woman’s mother. As soon as jesse saw the woman, he asked her where she had gone. The woman told jesse that she didn’t know what to say, and suddenly she left. The woman handed jesse a bank card and said that…
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At this moment, the Emperor of Bone Dragon, Vlado Mingge, has changed into a human form. If he continues to exist in the form of that dragon, it is estimated that he will not enter the North Heaven.
Under the guidance of Chinese Emperor, all of them entered the Arctic City, while Wu Quxing was about to go out to check the situation. Although he was already very fast, he didn’t expect the battle to end so quickly. "Wu Quxing, don’t go, things have been solved over there. Now, you go down and…
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Moonlight tone said with some concern, "Brake Di Jia will definitely not be careful without arranging you."
Tianyang chuckled, "I know" "I’ll have a drink with you when I get back." Moonlight said a few more words and ended the communication. Put on the communicator and watch yourself. Take care of yourself. Tianyang patted her hand and said, "Well done today." "Well" Qing Ming nodded his head and smiled with bent eyes….
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The five-color unicorn looks wonderful. But it was caught red-handed by the extinct hand, and dozens of little immortals who watched it didn’t see how it was moving. They only said that this unicorn was beautiful and useless, and they could not help but laugh.
Before the laughter fell, Xichang’s real hand suddenly trembled and vanished in an instant. It only took countless drops of water to thump on the Yuntai platform, but the whole arm became green and rippling water. Flowers and plants clapped their hands and laughed: "What a big five-element unicorn!" Bai Meng echoed: "What is this?"…
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Yuan yuan head buried in Yao Shangqing neck nodded.
Chen Yougong next to stretch out his hand and touch her little head. "Come back?" Li Guihua was sitting at the door picking beans and greeted people when they came back. Chen Yougong replied one. Chen also came out from the room. "This Yuanyuan, I wouldn’t have let her wait at the door. Since I…
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