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... re phoenix is.
But at this moment when the real fire was about to fall, Su Xiuyi stood there wearing a golden mask, a white robe swinging under the breath of horror.
His hands are quietly behind his back, and the whole person is extremely quiet, as if what he is facing is not the flame of extinction, but the spring breeze that revives everything.
"He... why doesn't he retreat?"
"Isn't he coming thousands of miles away?"
"Is it here to die?"
"Who is this ...
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