C1112 The True Strength of the Human Race

Wu Xiaoming lay on the cloud formed by the Red Cloud Patriarch and gulped down a mouthful of Monkey Wine, "If only there was roasted meat!"

"Sub Father, why don't I go and catch a wild beast to roast?" The Xiaohei drank the Monkey Wine and stared at the battle below.

"Stupid, just grab that Thunder Dragon and throw it away!"

"Attack the reverse scale of the Thunder Dragon!"

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