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Chapter 2662 Pomegranate Skirt

    

cent Soul was dispersing spiritual energy outward, constantly converging on the sculpture!Chen Ping frowned slightly, his face filled with disbelief!A sculpture, how could it possibly have the ability...his mouth, a long shadow appeared at the foot of the lamppost before the two of them.Two guards stiffened, and immediately saw a figure clad in black robes and a hat, their face hidden, walking step b...