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... anymore.
She raised her arms and sang loudly, like a galloping horse on the grassland, like a goshawk passing through the forest, she sang loudly, the bright red lines all over her body twisted and spread, and the tentacles stretched like her limbs.
In the turbid world, her fluttering white hair was the only bright color.
Through the layers of darkness and sticky substances, Su Mingan, whose mind was sluggish, could vaguely see through the blood mist in her field of ...
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