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... ason why she has such a deep impression on Dust Thirteen, a five-star assassin at the holy level, is because in the Wugou Sect, each of the killers named after "dust" plus a number is a Wugou Sect who spent a lot of money to kill each of them. Elite killers cultivated with few resources.

These people have been adopted and trained by the Wugou Sect since they were young, and after being screened layer by layer, only those with outstanding talents are qualified to become Wugou Sect's killer ...

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