The vines were gone, turning into mist.

Not only is Bei Xiaojia stupid, everyone in the Psionic Energy Bureau has one expression, and the vine problem that plagues everyone is solved as soon as it is fired?

Is this lighter really that good?

Wang Wei was not calm, and he didn't cut off the vines with the power of the boss, and a lighter was a god.

The old man and the fat man looked at each other.

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"I, Immortal Venerable, Midlife Crisis" Chapter 184 Take a good look at it It's hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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