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... , "Make way, urgent business!"
Corbin Crowley narrowed his silver eyes, looking at Rhys Blackwood, "Your Spirit Fruit is poisonous."
"Don’t try to blame me, obviously your ginger tea has issues."
Rhys coldly retorted, his tail curling around her waist, "You’ve been poisoned, I’ll take you to the witch doctor."
"Let me go—"
She was momentarily bewildered, like a fish out of water starting to struggle, clamping her legs tightly, her forehead veins bulging. < ...
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