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"That's impossible!"
The umbrella-bearer was tightly wrapped by countless scales, like a dumpling, being held in the palm of the black armor.
His face was filled with disbelief, and he maintained that expression as he roared:
"You're dead!
You're dead! "
Liu Ping stood in front of him, still wearing the cloak, looking like a strange person.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
He replied expressionless ...
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