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The magic voice was furious

It seems to have a sense of hitting the face.

There was an unquenchable anger in the eyes of the demon sound, and such anger could only appear in the eyes of demonic people.

She stared at her eldest apprentice Mo Yan with frowning eyebrows, and her angry old wrinkled dry face was red until the roots of her hair, as if even her hair was going to turn red, and even the Dao crown was going to be knocked off.

The temples on both sides of the magic sound were swollen, and they twitched there.

Mo Yan protected Qin Yu'er behind him, as if he was going to have a fierce battle.

The two of them stood on two similar boulders, standing at each other without saying a word.

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