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... in front of him, an old monk with a face full of wrinkles.
At this moment, his hands were clenched into claws, and his withered fingers resembled slender bone spurs, with a small piece of cloth still hanging from his right hand.
When the old monk saw Lu Xuan, with his chest showing no trace of injury.
His sunken, murky old eyes widened tremendously, pupils contracted, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"What!"
"How can you!"
"Who on earth are yo ...
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