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... was listening to Wei Sheng's words, and his old face was so gloomy as to drip water.
He tightly grasped the snake-head crutch in his hand, and the green veins on the wrinkled back of the hand were exposed. He slowly shrugged his shoulders and shrank his neck in a very strange posture, as if suppressing the almost erupting anger in his chest.
Sale!
The business that Wei Sheng said was his son's body.
Ampaturen stared at the slender figure on the ship with a bitter ...
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