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A good poem, a good poem
Chapter 594 - Good Poetry
Just like the Redbud Dragon race, the Ancient Dragon Tribe had a huge city which pierced the clouds. Ning Qi could occasionally see a few Ancient Dragon Tribe that were about the same size as Rage flying in and out. Below the huge city, there was an enormous gate
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