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... ips curled up slightly, and he seemed to be smiling.
The night wind blew, and his black hair danced in the wind. He was clearly standing still, but there was a hint of wildness and unruliness.
When Feng Chuge saw him, his pupils constricted slightly.
“You again?”
“You don’t want to see me?” Di Juechen looked at her, his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised.
“How can my small temple accommodate a big Buddha like you?”
He closed the door behi ...
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