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... in Deadman’s Canyon.

As soon as he teleported back, the harsh environment and and atmosphere of the Deadman’s Canyon made Mo Xiao frown involuntarily.

“After getting used to the Wood Secret Realm, the atmosphere of this place is really nauseating…”

After stealing from Elder Wood Spirit, he immediately slipped away without hesitating.

He was afraid that Elder Wood Spirit would cause trouble for him after discovering the theft.

As for the two things he stole, th ...

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