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... view of the prosperous age and the beauty of a hundred flowers blooming!

Yes, the battle of women has already begun.

Erza raised her head so that her limbs could be stretched out in the pool water, showing off her graceful figure generously. The moving curves had already taken shape, causing the blood to swell.

Milaj let loose her long snow-white hair, like a clear snowflake, sitting beside Ersha, staring at Erza's plump eyes, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

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