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... tool, just like a sword, a pair of gloves, or a dung fork.
Personality, dignity. Everything we once took for granted has been crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.
Lan En even chuckled at this.
But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.
Bourdon saw it clearly, but he didn't care at all.
He is almost dead, what else can he do?
He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and even a little happy.
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