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... n’t form a contract?”
Lan Xiaoyu poured Zhao Ye a cup of wine, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.
“No.”
Zhao Ye swirled his cup of wine, looking resentfully at the three in front of him — Bai Qi.
“From the start to the end of the fight, these three didn’t even take a few minutes. If I had formed a contract, could I still contend with these three?”
“You can’t think like that, Zhao Ye. A beast’s combat power after forming a contract is much stron ...
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