When he caught a domineering, noble and awe-inspiring awe, he knelt down with a pop, put his bow and arrow aside, stretched his hand forward, buried his head very low, pious and humble.

She no longer made an animalistic sound, but spoke an ancient and mysterious language, and her voice was terrified and begging for mercy.

She wondered if she had accidentally snatched the prey of the man.

Even coveting is sinful.

But the female savage knelt

"Being robbed of luck, I relied on my cat to become popular and survived in variety shows" Chapter 456 The son of luck, following in the footsteps is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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