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... p> They could not even take care of themselves, so how could they take care of her safety?

It was true that it was better to rely on oneself than on others.

Only when she became stronger could her life be guaranteed.

However, Fang Xiaoling knew very well that she couldn’t be like Yu Fuxue, a devil dao cultivator who could increase her strength by killing devihumans.

She was not like Qin Baiguang and Mao Yao, who were mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivators and had gre ...

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