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Chapter 472: Don’t Forsake Me
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... tered in hidden shock, looking at Loup in a completely different manner from before.
The young wolf himself was not growling, howling, or spitting for once. His head was ducked down, hands clasped tightly together on his lap, as if trying to hold himself back.
"It’s actually true." White said nonchalantly, lying across the withered, squalid couch.
"Our friend here is the grandson of the old woman slaughtered days ago. Unjustly, I might add. After all, don’t tell me you be ...
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