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... ooked at the pile of nauseating, rotten flesh that could give someone nightmares for half a year, and gasped in horror.
The rotten flesh was motionless and no longer speaking.
Qin Ruan narrowed her cold eyes, her fingertips slightly moved, a light white mist hit the flesh and blood.
The copper coinsword that was stuck in the bloody rotting flesh flew up and returned to Qiao Nanyuan’s hand.
The yellow talisman papers adhering to the ground around were ignited insta ...
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