In this world, the order has not collapsed, the weak is not a crime, but the strong can get the privileges of all parties.

Lu Ping'an stood on the 30th floor again, looked at the silver armor that was gradually turning ashes, and sighed helplessly.

He won, but he also lost.

"Wow?"

Little Huo Miao tilted his head, his big blood-red eyes were a little confused. He didn't know why his master was unhappy. Imitation was his bad performance.

"No, you did a good job...

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