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... to fight me?”
Upon hearing the meaning from the old primitive man, the recently self-indulging Divine Child Han immediately felt drunk—figuratively, of course.
Not only that, he felt a little embarrassed. Could the slap in the face not come so quickly?
“Tell him—no fighting. Everyone must live in harmony.”
Sniffling, Han Cheng spoke to the old primitive man while releasing the hand of the Wind Tribe chief, whose eyes were shining with intent. Han Cheng stepped ba ...
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