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... inds his limbs, but also binds his fingers separately. He doesn't say chanting mantras, even if he moves his fingers were able.
Ning Xuemo was sitting near him, and a fire was burning in front of her. The flaming bonfire illuminated her little face.
She seemed to realize that he had woke up, and she turned to smile at him. In the moonlight, her four little white teeth shone: "Little guy, how did you choose to die? Did I roast you or stew it?"
The little baby didn't struggle, ...
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