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... an’s chest, smiling with two charming dimples. She gripped a needle-shaped steel spike, holding it firmly against Prince Similian’s neck, and with another paw, mischievously pointed at Prince Rhincor and then towards the direction of the southern gate tower.
Everyone turned their heads stupidly like marionettes.
Under the brightly lit southern gate tower of Witherspoon, dozens of gold unicorns, towering at ten meters and with primordial size, lined up one after another. They rais ...
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