Two lights flashed beneath the mask of the black hole, and then came his cool voice: "Dou Long, do you think it's possible?"

Seeing that he did not eat his own set, Hanzi gazed at his black hole face and said word by word, "When do you want to pretend that Xialong is taking off?" Give it back to you as it is."

The black-hearted Marshal suddenly snapped back three steps, the black hole's face flashed again, cold way: "This is just your guess."

Hanzi burst out laughing and said, "I was just guessing before, but when I saw you, I knew it would not be wrong."

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