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Chapter 1212-Under the Ancient Well

    

e at the recruits at their feet all the time.the interrogative recruit couldn't help but swallow his spittle."but didn't he say that the formal training will start tomorrow""Yes, otherwise the spider... mark, but there was no blood flow, but creepy wriggling.in an instant, jagged black fangs protruded from both sides of the wound, turning them directly into a giant mouth and snapping into the sunny...