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... rat tide and members of the blood alliance who were desperate to jump over the wall. The scene was horrible.

However, when they saw Meng Chao coming to Weilan Medical Center in person, even though he had lost a lot of blood and his consciousness was blurred, his eyes were still bright and he struggled to get up to say hello to the hero who saved Dragon City.

Despite the ups and downs in Meng Chao's heart, he was very patient and checked everyone's injuries one by one.

When e ...

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