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... the relic.
The word "swastika" formed between his eyebrows, like a living thing, wriggled, and an aura different from the jailer's law gradually rose.
Song Zongwu raised his head and stared at the blood moon, pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, and forcibly sealed the **** back.
At this time, Song Zong was not relieved, and the look that was almost insane had recovered a little, at least he could see the thoughts in his eyes.
The noise in his ears di ...
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