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arl Lin 's palm, and he screamed in pai

bridge of the nose which was covered by his hands

Henry Pock was beaten by the waste of Firenze Meteorite to be beaten, and only two moves w

." Carl Lin snorted coldly, and with steps like wind he came to Bob Dogwis who was s

ed, and he kept jumping

ally used a s

ople lose combat power, b

collar of the Bob Dogwis, with two punches in a row in th

Dogwis was a

t the same time, his knees went up heavily, and he hi

fainted in pain. It is estimated

ed to glare a

ediately mourned, "Carl Lin , no, don't fig

scolded, and stepped

in and again, and it can't be broken again. His face is full of b

ile on two people, took out two purses from them, and didn't look closel

ower. She couldn't believe that her son had knocked

ty your eyes" Carl Lin pulled Amy Mong and walked

the Amy Mong's hand, and then took

rse, still stunned to look at the son

d shouted, "Fuck, it hurts with just small punches. This body is really weak. Fort

e meridian and recovered only a trace of ordinary people's strength, so he ratio

d the Bob Dogwis is even worse. The "penis" is the place where all men's vital parts. Carl Lin wasted his "penis", with the aim of deterring Henry Pock . Although Henry Pock's nose is injured,

two minions again, with stinky sweat, and

at today he had taught two dog slaves a lesson, and the slave's master would definitely not easily let go, so he had to cherish every minute

ger is his top

men, his eyes were closed, and his expression was very focused. The black hair like ink waterfall

pened his eyes, folded his palm

was a knock on the d

inepot in his hand, as if the winepot has never lef

two dogs of Ciel Lin ?" Cliff Lin f

ded and said

ith a little excitement, "Can

't be long before I can rebuild Xuanli.". In thi

ians are abolished. Unless there is a glimmer of hope to rebuild the meridians, there maybe a glimmer of hope if there is

ising his head up to the sky, trying to

htly, and then slowly loosened . "Dad, don't lose heart. As the say

ghed lightly, turned and walked ou

r, your son is not

se of five eld

room, an eighteen-year-old youth in a gre

is mouth, and jumped up like a goshawk. The long sword in his hand spun like t

d with a smile on his face, matched with his single-eyelid eyes

of the five elders, the second son