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... letting out a mocking laugh. The wound at the corner of his mouth stretched wider, fresh blood seeping out incessantly. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
He slowly raised his head, his voice that had been as gentle as a breeze suddenly turning much darker: "The name on the invitation should be written by me."
Even with one standing and one crouching, even with the other looking down from above, the aura he carried lost not a fraction of its strength.
It was as if the two of ...
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