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Yuan Jiuxiang's words gradually pulled back the consciousness of Pope Stephen Hanlin.

At this moment, he didn't want to die.

His lips twitched, and he actually wanted to cry.

What kind of bastard life was this!?

What the f * ck!

I threw up, I directly threw up!

Bastard! All of them were bastards!

A mouthful of blood was almost spat out just like that.

Unable to hold it in