"Bang!"

At the moment when Long Aotian's hand was about to touch the peach, as if history had repeated, another stone swept in, slammed heavily on his arm, and instantly pierced his palm, blooming a puff of blood mist.

Under the pain, Long Aotian gasped.

The whole person fell on the deck.

Brush!

The next moment, a black figure swept over quickly, and took advantage of the situation to hold the peach steadily

"Global Atavism: I Exploded the Attribute in My Dreams" Chapter 245 Girl, I want this peach (II) is hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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