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... expected places.
"If only one could never forget." Feng Xue watched as the gate closed again, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. Although it wasn’t much, he could clearly feel that, with Chen Xiyao’s departure, the "Identity" inside his body was increasing bit by bit.
Although it was only an occasional jump of a character, a conservative estimate suggested that one or two hundred words per day should be no problem. In other words, from this moment on, the so-called "Death Sent ...
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