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... the corridor, looking at Feng Fuce before her.
Snowflakes drifted down behind him, and the cold wind lifted his dark robe.
Feng Fuce’s eyes exuded a chilling black mist-like aura.
He stared intently at Zhi’er, as if seeking an answer.
Zhi’er’s voice was somewhat helpless: "We are friends, but I didn’t know before that you were the Demon Lord who hurt my mother!"
"Your mother?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Oh, the Heavenly Dao, how truly unfortunate."
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