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... ost made the two of them “explode.”
The white-clad youth was breathing heavily and rapidly, like an old bellows of a pottery kiln, puffing continuously.
He was a Holy Clan member with extraordinary prowess, a genius capable of mastering the highest level of the “Golden Cicada Scripture,” yet the black-clad youth with the small nose and ears repeatedly called him a pig.
The red-dressed woman was remarkably beautiful, but now she stared angrily, his words were deeply hurtfu ...
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