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Douluo: Starting with Bibi Dong Burying Me Alive

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Get completed english translated version on my patreon shop: https://www.patreon.com/cw/UIGOD_Official Zhou Sidong transmigrated. He had arrived in the Douluo Continent, and luckily, he was the child of Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue’s younger brother. However, a very important problem lay before him. Mom, I'm not dead yet, why are you burying me?! Many years passed... Above Jialing Pass. When Bibi Dong resolutely took the final blow from the Asura Demon Sword for Qian Renxue. Space suddenly tore open, and a handsome purple-haired young man stepped out from the shattered space, taking the Asura Demon Sword head-on. He turned to Bibi Dong and smiled, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm late." Bibi Dong: ???
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