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The teenager is inexplicable, "What do you mean?"

Lin Jing hooked the corners of her mouth, with a smile that was not a smile, "I heard that high-level psychic power users can control items to make various attacks."

The boy laughed angrily, "You think I'm an object?"

Lin Jing said lightly, "A thing that doesn't even have a sanity, isn't it an object."

The boy looked solemn, stared at Lin Jing for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, waved his hand, "Go!"

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