Clenching the handle of the scepter, Aruba's heart was boiling with murderous intent, and the silence of those wall-to-wall students at the moment was like a bucket of gasoline poured on a fire.

What is this, a group of last sons have doubts about his sacrificial position?

Yes!?

With a bit of madness, Aruba's eyes widened, and he kept the last bit of calm, and the magic circuit was like a flame, roaring and wanting to devour Chen Qi, who didn't know the height of the sky in front of him, such an attitude, such a question, let him

Chapter 23 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": The Sun is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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