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... small and fragile child, if he was in an ordinary family he would certainly be able to receive adequate care. Unfortunately, he is under the care of Xi Wei, a beggar who cannot even guarantee his own safety. It would seem that fate has doomed him.


Xi Wei did not panic when he was left to wander the streets after the deaths of his parents. Xi Wei did not panic when he faced the tortuous pain of accepting the ring earlier on. Even when faced with the Elf Queen, an individual completely o ...

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