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... >"...It doesn't feel good, it hurts a bit."

Ling Pingzhi screamed, took a few steps back, ran for a while, and made a javelin throwing action.

He turned his head in a certain direction and slammed it.

"biu—"

The head is like fireworks, whizzing away.

Throwing this head out, he sweated all over his body, as if he had lost his weakness, and slowly grew a new "head".

But this new head looks a little more illusory than the original one.

Ling Pingzhi c ...

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