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... rom Ronan’s arm.
It was like an obedient little dog, automatically curling back into the wooden box, eagerly wanting to grow hands to close the lid by itself.
There was no way; the strange power it contained stood no chance against Ronan’s spiritual energy, and the evil intents hidden within it suffered a severe blow, just like a wild dog beaten with a stick, tamely retracting all its claws and fangs.
It even wagged its tail at Ronan, begging for mercy.
Ronan chuc ...
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