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... e. He found out from the passerby. Ying Tiancheng's well-known inns were about to go to rest, and felt that they had stuck a finger in the treasure chest tied to their waist.
"Oh! It stole onto my head ..." Chen Ang clasped the third hand's vein with his right hand.
Chen Ang ’s reaction could not be faster anymore. With a little mana, his right index finger protruded homeopathically, resting on the vein of that hand, and his thumb was gently held to the back of his hand. The hands ...
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