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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control
rifted towards the surroundings, and soon a rustling sound echoed through the surrounding forest, like countless insects crawling on the grass.Then, from all directions, countless jet-black beetles wi...u looking for me"At this moment, Chen Ping's voice seemed to emanate from the air itself!Kawaguchi Kazuo hurriedly looked up and saw that Chen Ping's clothes had already been shattered at this time, b...