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... a group of people were queued up, some holding children, some carrying old men, all with hopeful gazes.
At the very front of the line, a middle-aged man was leading a little girl, kneeling on the ground with devotion; a beautiful young woman in her twenties, dressed in colorful clothes, raised a luminous white light in her hand. The white light flew out and entered the chest and abdomen of the little girl.
"Dad, it doesn’t hurt anymore!"
The little girl’s voice, filled w ...
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