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... in image in his mind.
On the fierce battlefield, a small dragon stood in the back row, steadily casting healing spells.
The enemies decided to assassinate the nanny, so their flying dragon rider charged toward the small dragon.
The very next second, the seemingly harmless nanny rolled up her sleeves.
If you, sir, do not wish to allow me to properly release my healing spells, then might this dragon also know a bit about the art of battle?
Just thinking abou ...
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