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... p> Kneel for forgiveness, sir.
Yan Qian's right finger has an extra folding fan, and a faint white light lingers around the folding fan.
It seemed that in the next second, it would turn into a murderous sword.
Around the huge fire pit, small flames slowly emerged and flew out to the surroundings.
In an instant, the trend of the flames suddenly reversed, and they all belonged to one direction, flying towards Yuanqian quickly.
Yuanqian's eyes were sh ...
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