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... exact, no one was listening to him seriously. As the saying goes, the words of a lowly person carry little weight. When a person was lowly, his voice would be treated as air.
Everyone’s gazes and even their sense of hearing were focused on black sorcerer. Xia qingchen was like dust, and no one paid him any attention.
Xia qingchen sighed softly. He pushed out his palms from below his ribs, and two palm imprints, one golden and one black, instantly shot out from his palms like pil ...
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