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... on's body, scales, large beaks, two fangs with sharp and strong water, and a unicorn with water on the ground, his head resting on his forelegs. , Breathing seems to be sleeping.

Sleeping unicorn, a black iron chain made of cold iron is tied around the neck.

The chain is straight, the iron rings that make up the chain rub against each other, and make a ‘click’ sound, as if they ca n’t withstand the tragic sound of a strong pull.

The source of the great strength is the Taoist ...

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