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... his words had fallen, he was solidly peeled off the cart and thrown to the ground.
His body, fallen right in front of Mobei-Jun's boots; his sword, still half-stuck in its sheath; his heart, hadn't quite decided whether or not to draw his sword.
Mobei-Jun sneered, an ice-cold glint of blue flashing through his eyes. No sooner said than done, Shang Qinghua threw himself over to hug his thighs with a plop.
All his Shixiong: "...."
Mobei-Jun: "...."
Shang Qin ...
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