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... gradually echoed above this street.
The youth who made a living by selling candied gourds.
At this moment, his eyes were becoming increasingly bloodshot.
His breathing rhythm was becoming more and more disordered.
His tightly clenched fists, his face as dark as ink.
All of this seemed to be indicating something.
...
The youth’s patience was reaching its limit.
“Old Dingxi, don’t push me…”
The youth glared at the old man in f ...
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