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The sound of wind and thunder rang out as if a thunderstorm would soon appear in the room.
“You rascal, are you going crazy again? Are you thinking of smashing everything in the house?” The old man angrily walked in. He saw Fang Xingjian sitting on the bed, creating a series of afterimages with the wooden rod in his hand. It was as if over ten wooden rods were being thrust out at once, not only one.
The afterimages disappeared the next moment. Fang Xingjian started coughing furi ...
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