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... , with a bright red luster.

It seemed that the magma was cooling, and there were bursts of white steam.

In this case, let alone the forest and the gold-eating insects hidden in it.

Even if those gold-eating bugs hide in the ground, they will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being smashed to pieces.

Whether it is

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