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Chapter 1285: Gold Belly, Silver Hips
ime I tempered it, I could hear its voice."Meng laughed again, and the smiles on his face these two times were more than he'd had in the past year combined.“Right, you got it. A thousand forgings make...with this much power, felt this kind of pressure..." 。 。As he spoke, he raised his right hand, as if carrying a heavy object, slowly and solemnly. 。A golden beam shot out instantly as a finger slowl...