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... istraction and watched it carefully.

The unique power of rules is interesting... Baiyun Tower suddenly thought of something that could store these catkins.

Under distraction, a cloud of mist escaped from the Sea of ​​Consciousness of Baiyun Tower, covering the second floor of the small tower.

Immediately, Baiyun Tower threw the group of catkins wrapped in the distraction force out of the small tower, and fell directly into the cloud and mist of the illusion.

Sensing t ...

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