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... at night.
Wang Mang, who came out of Mo Xiao Pavilion, sat cross-legged on the roof and quietly watched the street with dim lights.
Staring at this scene filled with mortals, Wang Mang sighed with emotion and said in a low voice, “Hehe, the lamp of the myriad families did not save one for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Blood Coffin’s voice suddenly came in Wang Mang’s mind.
“Wang Mang, why have you come to the Intermediate World?
“The small world is ...
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