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... rength would increase by another level.
However, this kind of thing could not be rushed. She could only plan slowly.
“Little Ninth, Little Ninth, are you alright?” Yan Ye’s voice was trembling. He carefully held Beiting Huang in his arms. His heart was beating so fast that even he could not control it. Looking at the person falling like a kite with a broken string, Yan Ye’s body suddenly accumulated a destructive power that was about to burst his meridians.
He could not b ...
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