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... ith tears welling up her eyes after seeing the visual just now. She might have experienced parting with loved ones but she was still a rather simple person who only fought with her fists and kicks for justice and love. Her voice was muzzled by her nasal as she spoke.


"Mhmm, maybe," Ye Chong nodded in agreement.


In the visual projected, the harshly wounded red-tailed beast had a moment of hesitation before it left the place for good, and the motion looked still for the nex ...

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