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... eng Dongfeng was troubled.
As the saying goes, the left eyelid twitches when one is about to lose wealth, and while the right twitches when one was about to suffer. But now, both his eyelids were twitching
“I’m a rank-seven grandmaster now; I can’t be flustered for no reason. Still, could someone really be gunning for me?”
Rubbing his temples, Cheng Dongfeng poured himself a cup of water from his Thermos flask and ate a pinch of wolfberries. Then, he could not ...
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