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... was only about one meter eighty in height, killing intent boiled around him, and his gaze was as sharp as lightning, making the musketeer opposite him feel a chill in his heart; he almost wanted to look away.
Gathering his courage, the musketeer said, “I am…”
“Ada!”
With a strange cry, the musketeer in front of him was hit right on the bridge of his nose, his features instantly twisted out of shape, and then he flew backward.
Exhaling roughly, the nun flexed her f ...
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