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... tern is nothing more than that..." Although the words were derogatory, the short monk stared at the divine pattern, as if he was admiring a beautiful painting. The knife circled endlessly, and he was not in a hurry to strike.
As soon as the breath passed, the divine pattern was not really activated, but gradually dimmed.
"Papa papa..."
A series of crisp slaps sounded, and in just a moment, Yang Ji's face was swollen by the short monk.
Yang Ji's anger rose, and the div ...
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