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... began to emanate from the bedside table.
The black mist emanated from the ring on the bedside table. It exuded an evil aura; anyone could tell it was nothing good, as long as Grandpa wasn’t blind!
The Little Daoist, Su Chaoyang, confidently rubbed her little nose and gave the bedside table a hard kick before scrambling under the bed.
The loud noise woke up Ye Junqing and Ye Xinguang.
Ye Xinguang turned over and asked sleepily with her eyes half-open, "Hubby, what ...
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