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Yongxing twenty-three years, the thirtieth month of the lunar month, heavy snow.

Qingzhou Port, a big gully.

Ji Xiu looked at the phantom of the Sky Devouring Beast in his hand, his heart moved, and his consciousness communicated with the sleeping little guy.

The next moment, I saw the little guy's sparkling eyes open.

Shook its furry head, although it was just a phantom, its body was in the depths of Emperor Yongxing's soul, but it could still sense Ji Xiu.

Look at yourself pro

Chapter 157 of "I Live Forever by Writing Books": Emperor Yongxing, death. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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