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... rd Flying Flower
Night swallowed the last trace of twilight on the horizon.
Opening its eyes in the night, the forest beast about to commence its hunt let out ferocious roars in the distance.
The Storyteller stood guard vigilantly, looking at his brother who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and scolded:
“You are concealing your sword!”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m just slightly flexing my muscles.”
Bazhun’an finished speaking, closed his eyes, an ...
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