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... head-on.

His body did not regenerate as fast as it should and was still in the midst of restoring the destroyed bones.

A red-haired woman in black robes, holding a young boy at her sides appeared before him and gazed at him with pure neutrality, as if she was looking at a worm.

Roy stood on his ground and stared at her without fighting back, blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Shi looked at the man with amusement and wondered whether the lady carry ...

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