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help but let out a small cry. he stepped back and started the fire again. As I started the fire, my right heel tripped over something thick and I fell to the ground, followed by a high-pitched scream. he was sitting on a soft piece of flesh that suddenly popped loose, and the sound of bones crunching and internal organs squeezing and exploding came over his skin.
In a panic, the man trembled all over, and when he lifted the burning torch, he could clearly see that the area around the fire was getting brighter.
A group...a group of frogs were staring at him with criss-cross eyes, stealthy and indifferent.
Under his butt was a dead frog that had been blown up by him. It was cold and oily, but it stung like a needle through his heart, and at the same time it felt like his soul was being ripped out of something.
A large frog's legs vaguely appeared in the flickering light of the fire, and a vaguely visible toad-like face slowly passed through the realm of reason.
Juan muguay screamed, stood up, shouted filial piety, and ran away. Along the way, I felt like I stepped on a lot of frogs right in front of me.
As if hearing some kind of mand, the group of frogs suddenly let out a cry that didn't sound like frogs. they chased after the man who ran riot in the darkness and fled into a cave where Fan mu could not clearly see.
Fang mu heard a short and powerful sound running between the iron legs. Something large and sinuous quickly flew a
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