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Holding the sun and moon in my hand and picking up the stars, there is no one like me in the world The endless fallen trees rustle, the endless Yangtze River rolls in Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and is alone on the stage. Xiao Cheng has the golden holy book in one hand and the pen of Dao in the other. Ancient and modern quatrains are at his disposal, suppressing all enemies with one stroke! Deep in the Star Dou Forest, the Black Dragon King knelt down towards the center of the earth with a fearless expression on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks. Even the toughest male in the entire Douluo could no longer hold back at this moment. "King, please wake up quickly, there is a mortal who is terrible!"

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