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Chapter 1212-Under the Ancient Well

    

nd his consciousness was like a remnant leaf falling in the sea, frantically cut apart by swordsmen, and there was no room for resistance.he suffocated with pain!fortunately, Zhou Ping only looked at...he knife in the hand of Songtaro, there was a hint of murder in his eyes."Hello!" Who are you, you bastard! " One of the yellow-haired thugs came forward and shouted with a standard bouncing tongue, "...