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... , he ignored them and let them toss.
"Although Cicada's magic power has been accomplished in twenty-three years, the real essence in my body is too small, and now I can only use it as a kind of magic, celestial silk and celestial body..."
Zhang Ming pulled his hands, revealing dark silk threads, flung it out of the window, and passed through the wooden wall.
There seems to be a cicada's wings on the silk thread.
With another gentle move, countless leaves we ...
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