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... fingernail. You speak like a child, like a baby.”
“The weak me could have crushed it to death with just a wisp of my aura, but it still wanted to protect me. How funny.” The Evil God laughed softly.
At that time, the immortal herb had just sprouted, and it had cried out cutely to protect him.
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At that time, the God of Creation was about to end his tribulation. He was filled with resentment and hostility, a ...
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