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... y the scarlet moonlight in the sky.

When I saw it, I was immediately surprised.

Holy crap, it's pretty **** good looking.

A pair of phoenix eyes, black hair like waterfalls, skin so white that it seems to be glowing, even in death, it is so peaceful.

The two golden wings were also eaten away, revealing their flesh and bones. They were trampled by insects and were a little messy, like a big moth.

Is this the legendary Divine Phoenix Clan?

"Is it also a cu ...

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