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... ng in the wind.
"Sky Number Three, at your service, my Lord,"
Zhao Zhengyong, who had intended to swoop down, narrowed his pupils and, using his movement technique, hastily retreated. But just then, he felt a chill, his heart clenched, and as he maneuvered in midair, he twisted his body around. Behind him, two of the top experts had already cried out in anger, seemingly in disbelief. Continue reading on novelbuddy
A figure leaped forward, landing beside Tan Yurou and her ...
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