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Chapter 242: A Pawn

    

Nwu Mo at this time was no longer his majestic self, looking more like a lost dog, head hung low with fear etched all over his face!Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Chen Ping had already g...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀!rom a box. The whip was golden in color, with characters flowing faintly on its surface, and a steady stream of peaceful power emanated from it!Chen Ping instantly saw that the whip had a formation im...