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... y much because of my status as a witch, but I didn't like it. I didn't really make friends until I came to Muye Village, and you , Shinji, you are my first friend!"

   Shinji smiled: "It's an honor!"

As if thinking of something, Ziyuan's eyes flashed with yearning light: "I don't know what a ninja is, but I know that only by becoming a ninja like you can I make friends and not be alone anymore! I don't want to go back In the land of ghosts, I will be a clay-like priestess, and I wa ...

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