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Chapter 172: The Joy of a Fruit Farmer
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... njiu’s ears were filled with her own heavy breathing. She felt her blood freeze in her veins.
“Whir… Where, are you, from?” The cracks on the snake-faced person deepened, forming a cavernous, dark, canyon-like smile.
She found the language it spoke novel and odd. It rolled its forked tongue, surprisingly revealing an interest in continuing on: “You, talk.”
Lin Sanjiu never imagined that this snake-faced person could speak human language.
Although she knew that thi ...
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