If you count it in seconds, ten minutes is six hundred seconds. It only takes a few seconds to throw a person over his shoulder, but the two people entangled underneath maintain this position for two minutes. The middle-aged man is still hanging on the shoulder of the mountain, holding his waist with both hands.

A master who meets a scoundrel is not defeated, but killed! Dark shadows fully realized this from the mountains, and he crackled. "This fellow has such a big voice, I thought he was a character. That's the kind of daring. If I met you, I'm afraid he's separated. I began to sympathize with Dashan."

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