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... rene, and there was even the cold light of the moon reflected on it. No matter how one looked at it, it didn’t seem to be made of flesh.
But since Qu Liuxi said that, there must be a reason behind it.
As the two iron rods stabbed in front of An Zeng, a nauseating stench entered An Zhe’s nose.
An Zeng drew a stroke on the ground with one hand, then his body swayed backward like a boat.
At the same time, the Icy Soul tentatively made contact with one of the black ir ...
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