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... round eight or nine years old was holding a toy longsword in one hand and hugging Alexander Foster’s thigh with the other, like an octopus that couldn’t be shaken off.
Alexander stood there coldly, his eyebrows and eyes drooping, as if giving a warning.
However, the brat wasn’t afraid of him at all, and instead tightened his legs around Alex’s legs: "I don’t care, if you don’t have a little competition with me today, I won’t let you chase my sister."
Alex narrowed his eye ...
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