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... > A breeze blew past, tousling the blind woman’s hair, and that’s when Wu Hong caught sight of an astonishingly beautiful face.
How could one describe it? Cold beauty, mesmerizing, yet marred by her blind eyes.
It was as though on an exquisite painting, a drop of ink had fallen, ruining half of it.
Nevertheless, she still dazzled Wu Hong.
At that moment, Wu Hong froze.
Normally, once Wu Hong had grabbed both of his opponent’s hands, he would lean forward, ...
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