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... that if you gave a crawling baby a crayon and a white wall, the scribbles it produced would look better than the pattern in front of him.
The Wild Transcendent’s eyes were wide open, fervently smearing blood, and whenever he felt the bloodstains were not dark enough, he would cut his palm with the knife again.
The smearing that covered the wall was all done with the Wild Transcendent’s own blood.
Wu Chang felt that even if he didn’t intervene, it wouldn’t be long before t ...
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