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Xiao Lian pulled a golden cylinder from her sleeve, about eight inches long, gleaming like it was crafted from pure gold.
At the end of the cylinder were two trigger joints.
Chen Ye accepted the Peacock Plume. It felt smooth and warm in his palm.
He applied a slight pressure. Though it looked like soft gold, the cylinder was surprisingly firm and solid.
“Director, press the first trigger, then the second. The flying needles inside the Peacock Plume ...
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