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... ling?”


Lu Ping looked at her and continued to feel her own face. After a while, she said: “Originally, it had a gu inside of it, and nobody could treat it. As for while it healed, in truth, I am not certain. It seemed to have happened over the course of a single night. Before sleeping, the wound was still there. When I woke up, my face had returned to normal. I heard that when the person who raised the gu dies, the gu will pull out from my body. It sounds quite mystical, doesn’t it?”

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