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Chu Zixuan spat a glob of phlegm onto a casually plucked tree branch.
The next second, the branch seemed stimulated and came to life, frantically escaping in the other direction.
Xuan Qiao, standing on Chu Zixuan’s skateboard, had a somewhat vacant look in his eyes, muttered to himself, “It’s alive again…..”
After a while, he asked again, “Chu Zixuan, does your spit have the ability to give life to tree branches?!”
He had seen with his own eyes that each time ...
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