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... ldly, "Fine, I’ll kill you, this little wretch, along with him."
Hearing Qi Hong’s insult again, Chu Yan’s heart was deeply pained.
In that moment of distraction, Qi Hong had already grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. Chu Yan, still puzzled, saw a surge of black mist emanate from Qi Hong’s chest. His hand, held tightly by Qi Hong, was forced to grasp something.
The texture felt like wood.
Chu Yan’s pupils contracted sharply.
It was peachwood!
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