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... hen stepped on.
The pale yellow miasma floats in the mountains.
Milk white clouds and mist are shrouded in the forest.
The gurgling stream comes from nowhere, soaked in rugged rocks, and flows to nowhere.
The fireball spell burns your face!
This little foreign monk is so rude!
Throw fireballs when you don’t agree with each other?
Fortunately, I am a body of spiritual thoughts, and the spells composed of spiritual power cannot harm my spiritu ...
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