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... ho was originally high and mighty, was now paralyzed on the ground like mud.
The skin on his face was lacerated, and his entire body was badly mangled. He tightly hugged Li Ran’s calf, and he pleaded with Li Ran as he looked so tiny.
“Don’t, don’t hit me! I really can’t spit it out!” Feng Wanjiang wanted to cry but had no tears.
How could he be a weakling if he could become the chief disciple of a top sect?
On the contrary, regardless of whether it was talent, aptitude, o ...
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