He roared and threw himself at me with a black umbrella.

I know that killing one is killing, killing two killing three is also killing.

There's no going back.

That's fine.

The head of the black umbrella roared towards me, but I slammed it with my palm, and then, the breath in my body moved, all gathered in the palm of my hand, and pushed it violently.

The handle of the black umbrella follows the same path......

Chapter 201 of "The Soul Wife" The Book of War is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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