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... Weijie’s lightning-hot rage.
He stiffened, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to simply snap Deimos’s neck.
He looked down at Ningning, seeing the tears of genuine terror swimming in her eyes, and the fire in his own gaze flickered.
Slowly, agonizingly, Weijie loosened his grip. He didn’t just drop Deimos; he threw him.
The black-scaled man hit the dirt with a graceless thud, coughing and gasping for air, his dark scales dusty and dull.
"Get out." Wei ...
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