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... asily."
Kulika extended his hand, skimmed a sharp thorn from Ji Xuance’s joints, and then inserted it into his forehead. Under Ji Xuance’s disheveled hair, pupils that had been flickering with red light gradually dimmed, and then the wounds on his body began to heal. He stood up with a blank expression, like a marionette, staggering towards the dragon bed on the high platform, and sat down on his own throne.
Jialuo lightly wiped with his hand, and as a great swath of black smoke ...
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