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“Start.” Li Qiye smiled.
“Clank.” Xiaolou Tingxue unsheathed his saber, exuding a hymn lasting an eternity.
He finally revealed his right hand with clean, long, and slender fingers like a sculpture. This hand had never partaken in hard labor...
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