"This voice is ......"

After hearing this, the onlookers couldn't help but feel familiar, could it be him?

However, on the contrary, the black-robed young man's dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly, and the delicate robe agitated in the wind, and the force in the fist technique did not dissipate, but became more fierce than before...

"The First Proud Poisonous Concubine" Chapter 833: Whoever got their hands dirty is hitting their hands, please wait a moment,

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