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Chapter 213 Wrong style of painting(2/2)

Zhu Liang's gloomy and terrifying words made the women's faces turn blue, and they were about to vomit just by imagining that scene.

"You really talk a lot, just hurry up if you want to fight." Long Xiaoshan said impatiently.

Zhu Liang's face stagnated. In a blink of an eye, his eyes were bloodshot, and he howled, and rushed towards Long Xiaoshan with a knife. In an instant, he unlocked eighteen swords, interlaced with a snow-white sword light.

Bang!

Zhu Liang swept out a afterimage like a cannonball, smashed the door and rolled into the corridor outside.

Long Xiaoshan was slanting his body, and one foot was slowly lowering from the air.

Su Mei, Li Mengjie, Wei Shaocong and others opened their mouths wide.

This is the wrong style.

A nightmare as a kid!

The boss of the Devil!

Just got kicked away!

ah--

Zhu Liang, who was covered in blood, rushed in from outside and rushed towards Long Xiaoshan like crazy.

Bang!
Chapter completed!
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