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... ceded like the tide, yet resistance pulled it back, lodging it into his consciousness.
So, the newly influx, modified memory seemed so abrupt.
Yan Huan blinked, experienced the revised memory a bit, and touched his shoulders which had just been bitten by Ye Shiyu.
Through the fabric, his skin faintly bore a small, reddish mark.
Feeling a bit of moisture where he touched, Yan Huan quickly withdrew his hand and muttered in his mind to Miao, "Every modifier seems to ...
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