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... into a web-like pattern.
"Ah!"
A tragic scream echoed.
Qin An’s expression was as calm as a lake, pressing Fox Qiao to the ground: "Sacrificial hands?"
The fist rose, causing a gust of wind.
Before Fox Qiao could react, she saw Qin An’s fist land on her right claw.
The right claw shattered, following the fate of the left claw.
"Die, die, die!"
Fox Qiao’s eyes were bloodshot.
Even if she killed Qin An, she would be rendered ...
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