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... started again.
Drip.
Drip.
Mixed with that piercing crimson, converging into a stream, flowing slowly...
Looking at the last Rain ninja in front of her.
Pale and trembling, unable to even hold his weapon steady.
Qingchuan frowned.
Not dissatisfied with the Rain ninja who was scared out of his wits.
But...
Her own addiction to killing, like a junkie.
Made her somewhat lost.
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