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... y felt as if he had been forcefully struck by a stick, his head slamming onto the ground, the bricks beneath exploding outwards, leaving him wobbling and struggling to stand steady.
The little Golden Crow looked up from the side, cawed twice, and then stretched out its wings to pat Qiong Qi’s head.
That punch had been because it had provoked its own underling, a lesson that had to be administered.
And the subsequent head pats were the Golden Crow considering this fellow s ...
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