"What?"
Feeling the wind pressure coming from the top of his head, Yuzhi Boyin's curly hair was blown in disorder.
How quickly did the thousand handed people catch up?
Moreover, the strength of the newcomers is good, and they can hide their perception.
Yu Zhibo Yin, who raised his eyebrows, was about to pick up the attacker who had fallen from the sky. He had not yet looked up, but he heard the other party's drink,
"Go to hell, Mr. Human Trafficking Man!"
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This familiar title awakened Yuzhibo's dusty memory. He looked up hurriedly, only to see a touch of red rushing towards him, two red balls