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... All spiritual things instinctively approach Ning Chen.
The floating buddha was wrapped around his wrist, and the golden spikes fell on the side of his leg, his fingertips were pale, as pure as snow.
Suddenly, the golden spike was pulled.
Ning Chen lightly opened her thin lips and was explaining the scriptures.
He had a sudden tone of speech, and when no one found anything different, he resumed the explanation just now.
The teenager's voice is sweet and cold, po ...
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