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... “Not dead yet?” Ye Wuchen detected Ye Qiu’s breath, his sinister and enchanting face turned toward him as his eyes darkened slightly, “Golden silk soft armor? So you were wearing something like this. However, your golden silk soft armor now belongs to me, King.”
He smirked devilishly, striding toward Ye Qiu under the gaze of everyone present.
Horror-stricken, Ye Qiu, who had just regained consciousness, instantly went pale, “What do you want to do? Sect Master, Dan Venerate, come ...
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