"Ahem...... It's not ......" Bei Ming was almost choked by Feng Jiuli's words.

"It's not a race, what are you doing so fast?" Feng Jiuli looked at the North Soul suspiciously.

When the words fell, she went up and down, and carefully looked at the Northern Hell.

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