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... aid angrily, "How did I forget about this? Third Master, wait, I'll go get it right away."

   Not long after, Du Heng came back to the house with a long wooden box in his hands.

  Pei Yi opened it and saw that it was a black iron whip.

  The whole body is black and full of spikes.

  If this iron whip hits a person, the skin will peel off even if he is not dead.

   It is indeed a weapon for self-defense.

  Pei Yi picked it up and weighed it.

  The ...

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