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... atting his head and hurrying into the room.
Bian Wen closed his eyes without a word. Not knowing Bian Wen’s intention was, An Rushuang saw Ye Chengzhi running back with a casket as big as his palm.
In the early summer, it was not too hot, even a little cold when there was a breeze, however, he, sweating all over, almost gasped for breath before presenting the casket to Bian Wen. “Master, your casket!”
The light black casket, merely as big as his palm, was made of wood on ...
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