"Is anyone else bidding?" The Eighth Divine Envoy carried the mechanical arm on his back, glanced left and right, and looked like he was winning.

The old man named Thomas said: "Junior, this time the old man will not let you." ”

"Made." The Eighth Divine Envoy cursed secretly, but there was a smile on his face, "Thomas......

Chapter 822 of "Urban Peak Mad Doctor" I have an elixir that is being hit in my hand, please wait a moment,

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