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... of Immortal-Binding Cables blown apart by Shen Qingqiu, stole looks at Luo Binghe, occasionally biting her lip in dissatisfaction. Mobei-Jun was taking a nap on the west end, eyes closed. Shang Qinghua shook his leg, idle to the point of agitation.
He really didn’t have anything to do and didn’t want to come to the business hall. But, this place was Demon Race territory. If he didn’t stay within a step of Mobei-Jun, who could say if he wouldn’t be swallowed whole by some other type of ...
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