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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control
ng water, streaks of jet-black fish suddenly leaped out. These fish, like flying fish, launched themselves directly into the air and then shot jets of water from their mouths.Chen Ping's face grew hea...by spirit beasts. Maybe that Tiger demon is guarding the King Herb itself.Anna's face was filled with excitement, at the very least this meant that there was definitely a presence of the Medicine King...