Identity number 019

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Chen Yang touched his neck, tough swallowing a few mouthfuls, hurting him to swear.

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A horror of horror, wrapped in extremely large negative energy, crawling from the abyss of the hell, absent from the abyss of hell.

The pedestrians finally did not take anything else, they have hid.

Chen Yang quickly passed the drug.

I ate four capsules towards the emperor, and the inner brutal and arciety barely pressed down.

Chen Yang took out a milk to teenage, he talked about pain, and the voice was very hoarse: "Emerge to dispell the gas, there is no way, go back to the task."

A simple milk sheet, just crushed through the bag, one inch inch into powder.

Chen Yong listened to the voice, then he watched the junior jumbler in the young eyebrows, he jumped, and grabbed several milk and handed over: "I look at your neck."

Didn't respond.

Chen Yangzheng wants, the young larter head is back, and it is silent to see him.

"How to deviate water, I have a little pain, what about you?" Chen Yeeteked.

Dedicated to the eye, the raised throat rolled up and down: "hurt."

Chen Yang made a strong illusion, which will not only be wronged, and how it might, how can he don't consciously touch the head under the skin.

"Will it be good, it will be fine, it will go back."