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... hirty years old.
He had black hair reaching his neck, with a face chiseled like it was carved by a knife, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.
However, beneath that smile lay a sharp ferocity.
Especially, hanging on his chest was a pendant resembling a bone.
It gave off an aura that was chilling and cold.
"Young Witch Master!"
At this moment, Sun Long shouted.
This was none other than the Young Witch Master of the Black Witch Lineage, Meng ...
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