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... abruptly piercing through his other shoulder.
It goes back into Nie Zheng’s hands.
Nie Zheng gathers both ends of thorned vine in his hands, lightly tugging it.
Lou Beiyu screams from his tugging.
Nie Zhen stares at his face, deathly pale and twisted from pain. He sneers: “A guy who overestimates himself.”
“A waste from a small third-rate country, even if we chop you up and feed you to the Wangfu’s watchdogs, you still wouldn’t qualify. In spite of that, y ...
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