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Chapter nine hundred and thirteenth the power of a fight(2/2)

The worst thing is, this substitute C may also know my senior brother and have seen the Burning Heaven and Burning Heaven.

Otherwise, how did he know the burning weather?

As soon as I thought of this, the substitute rice c in front of me who was holding my neck suddenly became extremely excited.

The hand that grabbed my neck became more forceful.

"ah!"

I made a hoarse sound in discomfort, and felt that my neck was about to break and I could no longer breathe.

But the red light flashed from the eyes of the Rice C man became brighter, and at the same time he made a very anxious hazy sound:

"Tell me, why did you get the Heaven Burning Master? Who are you?"

In the words, there is urgency and murderous intent.

I was choked tightly, and it was hard to breathe, let alone answering.

But it's all for this. Is there a difference between talking or not?

Begging for mercy? I definitely can't do it.

I stared at him and spoke without caring:

"If you want to kill, kill, don't, stop talking nonsense..."
Chapter completed!
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