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Ye Anping was standing by the window, secretly surveilling the endless stream of low-level demonic cultivators on the nearby streets and eavesdropping on the conversations of the passers-by.
At the table behind him, Gu Mingxin was holding a small knife, carefully peeling Kong Huayuan's face.
Next to her ear, Xue'e held the Heavenly Demonic Scroll in her hand and instructed her. "Mingxin, be gentle here, it's easy to pierce..."
"Uhm~" ...
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