It turned out that there was a thin layer of the oil-coated soft mask under his bronze ghost-face mask. That soft mask was black and white, mixed with red and blue, tightly clinging to his face. Whew! Whew! Whew! No one knew what secret skill the man used, he was as fast as ghosts with three consecutive flashings, the next moment, he had disappeared and appeared on the roof of a two-story stone building, which was more than 500 meters away. "This time, I made a miscalculation, but next time, Ding Hao, you won't be so lucky!" He gnashed his teeth and said. "Who the hell are you?" Seeing that he could not stop this man, Ding Hao asked again. "Hahaha, a person you never expect. You are in the light, and I am in the dark. Sooner or later, I will kill you!" He was still laughing like a nite owl. "Hum, can't I guess?" Ding Hao sneered, "You are not Mu Tianyang's person, nor are you from any other sect..."
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