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... Huaiqing glanced at the shielding device Que Zelian had borrowed.
"Can we talk now?" Que Zelian asked.
"Of course." Huaiqing’s fingers moved away from the translucent glass cup.
He lowered his gaze slightly, recalling the prophecy, and said, "Your guess is correct. I am indeed lying to her."
"In the prophecy, I saw that we are neither a match for the Terminal nor for the Insect Clan."
"We will all die."
No matter whether the time foretold is half ...
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